 |
|
|
|
|
Well it’s friday night and I’m waiting
On your call girl, like I do
Am I wasting my time by this telephone line
Waiting on your call to come through
Chorus:
I should be already over you
Tell me mama, what can I do
It’s been a long hard road that you put me through
Seven days over you
Seven days, seven days over you
Seven days over you
Kick it
I kick and fight for you baby
But that’s never enough for you
You’ve been twisted and torn since the day you were born
You make a game of breaking hearts in two
Now I want to give up but I dig the rush too much
I guess that’s what love will do
So drag your heart-stopping mind trip downtown, girl
By friday night I’ll find someone new
Chorus
Lord knows what you put me through
Already over you, tell me mama what can I do (repeat)
Chorus out
Read more lyrics about / on: torn, girl, night, baby, time, broken
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
