FRIDAY

I live in an ice house-a I never do dance salsa
I’m living in Jamaica I live in an Ice Breaker
I’m living in Africa I never do know where-a
Where I’m living but I’m living in a free fall
Whenever she goes away might as well be in San Jose
‘Cause I never can tell where my where my heart’s gonna spend its time
Half of me’s missing I miss her kissing, I don’t know nothing but I know.
She’s coming back on Friday, she’s coming back on Friday
She’s coming back on Friday, she’s coming back on Friday.
My head is a hurricane, my heart is a touch insane
And my body can’t sleep to dream and my eyes open up to scream
And my mouth is a thin straight line as I’m struggling to pass the time.
And my crime is that I’m living live without her and the morning soon will come
And the day’s nearly almost done and the clock says it’s half past five but the sun is still in the sky.
Disorientated, insatiated, how long I’ve waited but I know
She’s coming back on Friday, she’s coming back on Friday…

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