[Intro — Twangy guitar lick, walking bass, tight country shuffle] [Verse 1] I walked in wearing lipstick he hadn't seen before, He said, “Well, look who's dressing up to go and start a war.” I said, “Don't flatter yourself, honey, this ain't about you.” He said, “Then why's that little smile got me wondering who?” I ordered something fizzy, put my purse up on the chair, He'd been practicing his pickup lines; I could tell he'd come prepared. He leaned in like a movie star, all confidence and charm— I said, “That's a mighty fancy entrance. Now let's see what you've got.” [Chorus] Friday's got me feeling like a little bit of trouble, One eye on the dance floor, one hand around my bubbles. He can buy the first round, he can try to steal a kiss, But if he thinks he's running things, he's got the wrong girl for this! I'm not looking for a ring, and I ain't here to be impressed— I'm just giving this old week a well-deserved night off my chest! He can call me sweetheart, he can call me crazy, But he ain't the boss of my Friday, baby! [Verse 2] He said, “I know a little place where we could disappear.” I said, “That's mighty interesting. I've been right happy here.” He offered me his jacket like a gentleman of old, Then checked the mirror in the window to admire himself, I'm told. He asked me if I always gave a man such a hard time. I said, “Only when he mistakes good manners for a sign.” He laughed and bought another round, said, “Girl, you sure are tough.” I said, “Honey, you ain't seen a thing. The night's still young enough!” [Pre-Chorus — Bass drops back; sly vocal delivery] Now he's checking his reflection, I'm checking out the band. He's got romance on his mind, I've got a two-step in my plans. [Chorus] Friday's got me feeling like a little bit of trouble, One eye on the dance floor, one hand around my bubbles. He can buy the first round, he can try to steal a kiss, But if he thinks he's running things, he's got the wrong girl for this! I'm not looking for a ring, and I ain't here to be impressed— I'm just giving this old week a well-deserved night off my chest! He can call me sweetheart, he can call me crazy, But he ain't the boss of my Friday, baby! [Verse 3 — Playful, more animated delivery] Well, the band kicked into something with a backbeat made to move, He said, “Come on, darlin', let me show you how I groove.” He spun me once, I spun him twice, then left him standing there, He looked like he'd just lost a bet with somebody who wasn't there. I said, “You doing all right, hon? Need a minute? Need a chair?” He said, “I thought I'd be the one to sweep you off somewhere.” I said, “You might have had a chance before you fell in love with you— Now grab your hat and watch your step. I've got some dancing left to do!” [Bridge — Half-time groove; conversational vocal with a sly smile] Now don't get me wrong, I like a man with a little style, One who knows when to talk and when to make me smile. But if he thinks that pretty talk is all it takes to win, He ought to know this little girl don't come with an owner's pin! [Final Chorus — Full band, layered female harmonies on the hook] Friday's got me feeling like a little bit of trouble, Two feet on the dance floor, bartender, make it double! He can buy the first round, he can ask me for a kiss, But he better know the difference between a chance and a promise! I'm not looking for a ring, got no plans to settle down— I'm too busy being the best-dressed woman in this town! He can call me sweetheart, he can call me crazy, But he ain't the boss of my Friday, baby! No, he ain't the boss... [Outro — Band hits a tight stop; dry, amused vocal] And if he asks me out on Sunday? Tell him I'll check my calendar. Maybe. [Final twangy guitar lick — clean ending]
