Friday morning
And all my work is done
I’ve packed my bags
I’m on the run
I got a feeling that
I’m gonna have some
Fun in the sun
With my friends
And he’s got me going
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Sorry I can’t go
Sorry I can’t go now
Friday noon
And my boss is on the phone
He’s telling me
That I can’t leave home
An extra hand at work
Is what he called for
He said we need you here
Tell my friends I’m going
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
I don’t know why
My job has called me in
It makes no difference
If you love work or not
If you dream your holiday
Hand on a door knob
Out with your friends and
Fun in the sun now
That’s when the phone rings
Friday evening and I’m all alone at home
And all my friends are having fun
Another week and I’ll leave the machine on
Next time he calls
He’ll hear my voice
Saying nice and clear
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
I’m out having fun in the sun
With my friends
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
Whoops now
Sorry I can’t go
I’m out having fun in the sun
With my friends
With my friends
With my friends
With my friends
With my friends
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Richard Marx, and Phil Buckle
What did I do
Before the day I set my eyes on you?
Spending my time
Just working on the things I had to do
And then I saw your face
I was captured heart and soul
You gave me so much more
You’re the reason why
I listen in the night
And steal the softest kisses
while you sleep
You’re the reason why
Tears will fill my eyes
Just looking at a photograph of you
Touching my frown
Tell me what you read between the lines
Everything’s alright
I know sometimes I act a little strange
You bring me so much joy
Conversations make me smile
How could I love you more
The honeymoon is over
I look to see what’s left
A pocketful of good reasons
A shot at happiness
That old devil is calling
Alarm bell light is on
Standby in my busy head
In case I might be wrong
And I’m here, I’m here, I’m here aren’t I?
I’m here, I’m here, I’m here aren’t I?
I pinch myself I’m dreaming
Too good to be true
That I’m the girl with everything
And everything to lose
And I’m here, I’m here, I’m here aren’t I?
I’m here, I’m here, I’m here aren’t I?
I’m looking out for something
I might have missed
Who knows what it is?
The honeymoon, the honeymoon
The honeymoon is over
I heed the voice of reason
Like you’re supposed to do
And looking down on everything
I still came back to you



