I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah) Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday I’m in Chris Brown's body I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday Lil

Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance Ooh la la la dancing I was lost in France I was lost in France in love And I looked round for a telephone To say 'baby I won't be home' In the fields the birds were singing And the day was just beginning As I stood there

She's right on the money She goes direct to my heart When it comes to lovin' me She's everything I need, bulls eye-perfect Got a little story for you (bet it's about a woman) Let's begin with the day I met her And how fast this good ol' boy's world got

My heart froze over I need to re-up, re-up Kick my feet up, feet up Pour another four in my one liter, liter Woah, the truth That I did it with another girl on Thursday after you All this shit we did up on your birthday Honestly, it's just to me another

Precious as a prayer flying up through the air While the rain is falling Golden, timeless as a kiss Baby I don't wanna miss another perfect moment To tell you, how you make me feel The day you strolled in, my heart was stolen 'Cause you are golden The

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

Girl I'll do whatever it takes Forever and a day day day day day day day day girl you're the best part of me. Say whatever you want me to say, Girl I'll go wherever you wanna go Just teach me the way To you, and I'm not I don't care

Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist London half-life Middle-aged, you're the low riser Getting over myself today And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain Until you wash

Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman