Friday - 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