I don't know what hits harder,

When my mind reels to her veneer.

My heart or the lower unmentionables?

When I say hello,

She says hello.

When I get on to sugary topics,

She chuckles.

She blushes upon enquiry,

If she's alone or is there some lucky guy making her happy?

Maybe if I kiss her on Friday,

I'll get my message across.

I can't do it today,

Because she isn't home.

Or tomorrow,

Because I won't be in town.

Oh the little excuses.

But maybe if I kiss her on Friday,

She will get what I mean,

When I call saying she is all i think about.

Maybe if I kiss her on Friday,

Saturday will find me a complete man.