Friday — текст песни (Daniel Bedingfield)

I live in an Ice house a
I never do dance salsa
I`m living in Jamaca
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 it`s 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 mind 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 life without her
And the morning soon will come
And the days 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
She`s coming back on Friday
She`s coming back on Friday