Friday Night - Vanna

Riding on my bike

Riding on my bike on Friday night

Thought my hopeless lies

Thought my hopeless lies were gone by now

Tell me you’re not going home

Tell me I should go back inside

Let me fall between the lines

Looking for the right place to hide

Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo

Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo

Riding on my bike

Riding on my bike on Friday night

Thought my hopeless lies

Thought my hopeless lies were gone by now

Tell me you’re not going home

Tell me I should go back inside

Dry my eyes so you won’t go

Cause I feel you’re always behind

Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo

Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo Oohoo