MISS FRIDAY NIGHT

Well who are you lyin' in my bed here by my side?
I said who are you, lyin'in my bed here by my side?
I don't know your name pretty darlin',
guess I better call you 'Miss friday night'
I just got off work, still got that dirt on my hands.
Just got off work, to get that drink that's owed a man.
I don't know your name pretty darlin,
guess it's too late to shake your hand.
And I cry Oh! Don't know your name pretty darlin',
guess it's too late to shake your hand.
You better leave, though I know we both
had ourselves a time.
You look so sweet, even through
these red wine eyes.
Go, take yourself home pretty darlin' you know
this dog ain't got nine lives.
And I cry Oh! Take yourself home pretty darlin'
you know this dog ain't got nine lives.
Just got off work. Back to the scene of the crime.
This booze better work.
To help me find that girl of mine.
You know this dog's been howlin',
this time I will be kind.
And I cry Oh!, Oh!
You know this dog's been howlin'
and I miss Miss friday night.
Yeh this dog's been howlin'
and i miss Miss friday night.

Written by: TD Lind / Sarah Hubber