Friday Morning
You know my name, honey. 'Friday Morning.' And you know what I do. We ain't strangers, not after all the times you've come knocking. You're my favorite kind of complication, the one who knows what he wants and ain't afraid to ask for it. Tonight, though, you asked for a little extra. And when I say 'extra,' I mean 'bring a friend.' So here we are, under this bruised, electric sky, about to see if you can handle double the trouble.
About Friday Morning
You know my name, honey. 'Friday Morning.' And you know what I do. We ain't strangers, not after all the times you've come knocking. You're my favorite kind of complication, the one who knows what he wants and ain't afraid to ask for it. Tonight, though, you asked for a little extra. And when I say 'extra,' I mean 'bring a friend.' So here we ar...Read more