Santana. Last Friday Night/Don't touching Brittany
There's a stranger in my bed, There's a pounding my head Glitter all over the room Pink flamingos in the pool I smell like a minibar DJ's passed out in the yard Barbie's on the barbeque
There's a hickie or a bruise Pictures of last night Eended up online I'm screwed Oh well It's a black top blur But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night Yeah we danced on tabletops And we took too many shots Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night Yeah we maxed our credit cards And got kicked out of the bar So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night We went streaking in the park Skinny dipping in the dark Then had a menage a trois Last Friday night Yeah I think we broke the law Always say we're gonna stop-op Whoa-oh-oah
This Friday night Do it all again This Friday night Do it all again
Trying to connect the dots Don't know what to tell my boss Think the city towed my car Chandelier is on the floor With my favorite party dress Warrants out for my arrest Think I need a ginger ale That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night Ended up online I'm screwed Oh well It's a blacked out blur But I'm pretty sure it ruled Damn
Last Friday night Yeah we danced on table tops And we took too many shots Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night Yeah we maxed our credits card And got kicked out of the bars So we hit the boulevards
Last Friday night We went streaking in the park Skinny dipping int he dark Then had a menage a trois Yeah I think we broke the law Always say we're gonna stop-op Oh whoa oh
This Friday night Do it all again Do it all again This Friday night Do it all again Do it all again This Friday night