Last Friday Night Song Lyrics by Katy Perry
There’s a stranger in my bedThere’s a pounding in my headGlitter all over the roomPink flamingos in the poolI smell like a minibarDJ’s passed out in the yardBarbies on the barbecueThis a hickey or a bruise?
Pictures of last night ended up online, I’m screwedOh, wellIt’s a blacked out blur, but I’m pretty sure it ruledDamn
Last Friday nightYeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shotsThink we kissed, but I forgot last Friday nightYeah, we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the barSo we hit the boulevard last Friday nightWe went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the darkThen had a ménage à trois last Friday nightYeah, I think we broke the law, always say we’re gonna stop-op, oh-whoa
But this Friday nightDo it all againBut this Friday nightDo it all again
Trying to connect the dotsDon’t know what to tell my bossThink the city towed my carChandelier is on the floorRipped my favorite party dressWarrant’s out for my arrestThink I need a ginger aleThat was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night ended up online, I’m screwedOh, wellIt’s a blacked out blur, but I’m pretty sure it ruledDamn
Last Friday nightYeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shotsThink we kissed, but I forgot last Friday nightYeah, we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the barSo we hit the boulevard last Friday nightWe went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the darkThen had a ménage à trois last Friday nightYeah, I think we broke the law, always say we’re gonna stop-op, oh-whoa
But this Friday nightDo it all again (do it all again)But this Friday nightDo it all again (do it all again)But this Friday night
Last Friday nightYeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shotsThink we kissed, but I forgot last Friday nightYeah, we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the barSo we hit the boulevard last Friday nightWe went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the darkThen had a ménage à trois last Friday nightYeah, I think we broke the law, always say we’re gonna stop-op, oh-whoa
But this Friday nightDo it all again