Come on, come on, turn the radio on. It's friday night and I won't be long. Got to paint my nails, put my high heels on. It's friday night and I won't be long.
Come on, come on, turn the radio on. It's Friday night and it won't be long. Gotta do my hair, put my makeup on. It's Friday night and it won't be long.
We like you. This is a game already won. The time has come, stop trying. . We like you. This is a game already won. Your time has come, stop trying. .
You, you don't like my hair. You don't like what I wear. I'm trying, trying, you see I'm trying. While you try to change me all the time. . You, you say I talk too much.
Come on, come on, turn the radio on. It's Friday night, and it won't be long. Gotta do my hair, put my make-up on. It's Friday night, and it won't be long.
Oh so, your wounds they show. I know you have never felt so alone. But hold on, head up, be strong. Oh hold on, hold on until you hear them come. Here they come, oh.