Well it's Friday night and I'm waiting
On your call girl, like I do
I wasting my time by this telephone line
Waiting on your call [bad word] through

I should be already over you
Tell me Mama, what can I do
It's been a long hard road that you put me through
Seven days over you
Seven days, seven days over you
Seven days over you

Kick it

I kick and fight for you baby
But that's never enough for you
You've been twisted and torn since the day you were born
You make a game of breaking hearts in two

Now I want to give up but I dig [bad word] too much
I guess that's what love will do
So drag your heart-stopping mind trip downtown, girl
By Friday night I'll find someone new

I should be already over you
Tell me Mama, what can I do
It's been a long hard road that you put me through
Seven days over you
Seven days, seven days over you
Seven days over you
Lord knows what you put me through

Already over you, tell me mama what can I do (repeat)