You ask her what she loves,
She doesn't know,
She doesn't care,
Isn't bothered what you think of her
If you got a car
To take her there,
To where she wanna go
on
A friday, saturday,
sunday night,
You better not ask
what she's looking for .
You ask her what she knows,
She wont ever tell you
You ask her what she been through
And all she does
Is smirk at you,
on
A friday, saturday
Sunday night
you better not ask
What she's looking for.