One text and I touch the ceiling
I say: "Dude, explain to me"
I tell her that a Friday without her is hell
that the two of us would be eternal
that I'm thinking about her and she says: good
Babe, with her that’s a flight
Tell me, I pick you up and stuff
Today is Friday, babe, and the body knows it
Your nipples show, but don't shoot me
I love that shirt, babe, you know it
From Monday to Thu' she copies my lines
but on Friday she thinks I've got several
I don't get it, if that booty is giant
She gets me like the Spitfire logo
It's five and she left uni
My hottie, my crazy one, my Playboy bunny
I crack up if she hops into a movie
If she gets jealous, I call her "Stanley Kubrick"
If I play soccer, she waits for me in the stands
When I've got cash I'll buy her the Pradas
Thank God it's Friday so I can see your fa-
One text and I touch the ceiling-ling
I say: "Dude, explain to me"
I tell her that a Friday without her is hell
that the two of us would be eternal
that I'm thinking about her and she says: good
Babe, with her that’s a flight