William Beckett - His Girl Friday lyrics

If you knew what you do When no one's in the dark room But me and you, our brilliant disguise It's the taste of the chase, I do confess It's the mess that feels so right Call on a Monday, come on a Tuesday They'll never know, pop off a cork for a Wednesday, play with me Thursday But she'll always be his girl Call on a Monday, come on a Tuesday They'll never know, pop off a cork for a Wednesday, stay with me Thursday But she'll always be his girl His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday Just a kiss, he won't miss You know you're gonna miss this As long as you live, when you were mine Bite your lip, pull me in, it's not the sin It's the mess that feels so right Call on a Monday, come on a Tuesday They'll never know, pop off a cork for a Wednesday, play with me Thursday But she'll always be his girl Call on a Monday, come on a Tuesday They'll never know, pop off a cork for a Wednesday, stay with me Thursday But she'll always be his girl His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday If he knew what I knew He'd thank God it's Friday He's out of luck, I'm with you Call on a Monday, come on a Tuesday They'll never know, pop off a cork for a Wednesday, play with me Thursday But she'll always be his girl Call on a Monday, come on a Tuesday They'll never know, pop off a cork for a Wednesday, stay with me Thursday But she'll always be his girl His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday His girl Friday