Rebecca Black vs. Katy Perry - T.G.I.Friday | Текст песни

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• Rebecca Black vs. Katy Perry
• T.G.I.Friday

There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool

I smell like a minibar
TJ's passed out in the yard
Bobby's on the barbecue
This a hickey or a bruise?

Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein everithing, the time is goin
Tickin` on and on everybody`s rushin`
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

It`s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody`s lookin` forward to
the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin` get down on Friday
Everybody`s lookin` forward to
the weekend
Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin` forward to the weekend

Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
Ripped my favourite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

It`s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody`s lookin` forward to
the weekend, weekend

Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin` forward to the weekend

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin`)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a boll to day

2x
It`s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody`s lookin` forward to
the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin` get down on Friday
Everybody`s lookin` forward to
the weekend
Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin` forward to the weekend

T.G.I.F., T.G.I.F., T.G.I.F., T.G.I.F., T.G.I.F., T.G.I.F.

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