Текст песни Daniel Bedingfield - Friday
Daniel Bedingfield - Friday слова песни
I live in an Ice house a I never do dance salsaI`m living in JamacaI live in an Ice BreakerI`m living in AfricaI never do Know where aWhere I`m living but I`m living in a free fallWhenever she goes awayMight as well be in San Jose`Cause I never can tell where myWhere my heart`s gonna spend it`s timeHalf of me`s missingI miss her KissingI don`t know nothing but I know She`s coming back on Friday She`s coming back on FridayShe`s coming back on FridayShe`s coming back on FridayMy head is a hurricaneMy mind is a touch insaneand my body can`t sleep to dreamAnd my Eyes open up to screamAnd my mouth is a thin straight lineAs I`m struggling to pass the timeAnd my crime is that I`m living life without herAnd the morning soon will comeAnd the days nearly almost doneAnd the clock says it`s half past fiveBut the sun is still in the skyDisorientatedInsatiatedHow long I`ve waited but I know She`s coming back on Friday She`s coming back on FridayShe`s coming back on FridayShe`s coming back on Friday