Friday Lyrics

(Quatro-Tuckey)
Friday gotta find a lover
Her evil eyes are on you, boy
It promises to be a nightime
Of uninturrupted joy...joy...joy
What's she doing. Who's she screwing
Leave it up to Friday. She's anyone's wife
What's she doing. Who's she screwing
Gonna be a lover for the rest of her life
At fourteen you were such a sweet thing
You helped your mama with the chores
But now you find you're independence
And that's what you're looking for
What's she doing. Who's she screwing
Leave it up to Friday. She's anyone's wife
What's she doing. Who's she screwing
Gonna be a lover for the rest of her life