Friday's Love - Emitt Rhodes

So, walking down the boulevard

It was late it was cold, I offered her my car

Told her that I live not far away

She was welcome if she needed a place to stay

She told me that she was just new in town

She needs some help to learn her way around

Then she turned and smiled at me

And slowly slipped her way into the seat

Every Friday’s love is Monday’s memory

Well every lover learns this lesson someday

This is how it was taught to me

I took her home, I took her in my arms

I knew that this was what she wanted all along

Held her close, I whispered in her ear

Told her things I thought I’d never dare

Well how was it, was it just alright?

Was it more than just okay?

Then she turned and smiled at me

And slowly slid beneath the sheet

Every Friday’s love is Monday’s memory

Well every lover learns this lesson someday

This is how it was taught to me

I coulda just drove off, left well enough alone

I coulda have just kept going, just gone on home

But when she turned and smiled at me

Couldn’t let this young thing walk the street

Every Friday’s love is Monday’s memory

Well every lover learns this lesson someday

This is how it was taught to me

Every Friday’s love is Monday’s memory

Well every lover learns this lesson someday

This is how it was taught to me