riday night, so let's go less a square

But don't let go of money on the stairs

Some black dude, he said, "Come along with me,

I think I know the type of thing you need."



I will wait, I will get anew

I hope she comes and gets me pretty soon

Feeling hard, trying to feel so mean

I always hate these type of scenes



Friday night, so let's go less a square

But don't let go of money on the stairs

I saw-jumped all the second on the wall

Staring down, praise me to a song


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Sorry son, you're waiting till I'm through

Don't pretend you don't know what to do

I've seen your face in many times before

When you leave, don't forget the door



Friday night, so let's go less a square

But don't let go of money on the stairs

Some black dude, he said, "Come along with me,

I think I know the type of thing you need."



I will wait, I will get anew

I hope she comes and gets me pretty soon

Feeling hard, trying to feel so mean

I always hate these type of scenes

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