On the front step your heart starts sinking You look in to his eyes but I know what hes thinking Maybe now, hes gonna find out The truth about you is
be here waiting for you, here alone in my room Just try and make sure That you call me when this holiday is over We're driving around in my car all night
(Everything your boyfriend's not...) sit tight, let me tell you how your boy ain't alright. oh, you got to hold on, listen up. what did you expect to
shoulder All these nights will get colder What you want, girl, you don't know This time you better take it slow Sleep tight girl were not fine tonight You're not Friday night
Let me tell you about this girl I know Molly makeout whoa oh oh Look up and down Its rising action Molly makeout satisfaction Easy to please, get on
ticking away, and shes slipping away so far She's just a bitch that wants a rockstar Resisting her, is hard enough Try this now, you're not so tough Any other
In the other room he's wondering where you are So lock the door, and close your eyes I guess now its time On the bed on the floor In the other room he
We'll turn this car right back around, She is no where to be found, Crazy girls just walk right in around Woah Oh, Woah Oh I played her game for long
bed Without you She calls but I ignore the phone Its true Id rather be alone You turn around, but never leave you always come back to me every other night
It started with a whisper It's you, I guess Outside my house at 3 am Consider this your last chance Now it seems You're choking on each word you said
: (The weekend song) Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room
: I had a friend was a big baseball player back in highschool He could throw that speedball by ya, make you look like a fool Saw him the other night
's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing Amd a crowd of young boys
the earth You wanted that since my birth, but ho'd up partna' I got to many poker chips, still gotta cash 'em in I still be lovin Friday nights I'm flossin
's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys
, and your cousin, ha-ha Whoa, you ain't saying nothing but a word What's happening, let's do this [Hook] What do you say, on a Friday night When you
sometimes we Friday nights Together in the talk back lounge Pat each others shoulders try to groove on a feeling Digging the old school sounds We ride and ride into the night
the other room he's wondering where you are So lock the door, And close your eyes, I guess now it's time On the bed, On the floor, In the other room
