[00:10.81]I dropped my gloves into the stove
[00:12.95]Hymns echoed out the grate
[00:15.51]I fell in love with those electric lights
[00:19.45]That drug me into town so late
[00:22.46]
[00:25.60]To nimble, cunning, clever nights
[00:27.80]I railed behind them, deputized
[00:30.43]To scrape the lens of Christian eyes
[00:32.91]
[00:33.22]I'm a Friday night girl
[00:35.82]Bracing for Sunday to come
[00:39.65]
[00:48.22]I only ever held one love
[00:50.59]Her name was Mary Anne
[00:52.98]She died having a child by her brother
[00:56.77]He died because I murdered him
[00:59.94]
[01:03.19]I shot him through his jelly eye
[01:05.49]And I won myself his wicked life
[01:07.84]Now I thread-the-needle waltz through mine
[01:10.69]
[01:10.96]I'm a Friday night girl
[01:13.09]Bracing for Sunday to come
[01:18.05]
[01:27.77]I emptied onto shifting sheets
[01:32.13]Staring rosary holes in my ceiling
[01:37.55]Waiting for my purpose to deliver
[01:40.96]And reveal itself to me
[01:43.64]But all I hear are subway trains
[01:46.10]Bang against their bedrock lanes
[01:48.41]So I bang a little too ,
[01:50.52]
[01:51.15]I'm a Friday night girl
[01:53.71]Bracing for Sunday to come
[01:58.92]Bracing for Sunday to come
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