Lyrics
Copyright © 2002 Douglass Bishop
Well what am I doin’ here?
Fish n’ chips and stale beer
This is her launching sight
Like any other Friday night
Cigarettes and listerine
And an HQ magazine
Says all that crap about love is true
But do I need to keep telling you?
Walk the walk, and talk the talk all night
Somehow somewhere something went wrong
She’s a tidal wave of conversation
I guess it must be a Guy thing
Cauz I’ve stopped listening
Happy hour is here at last
I can see her through the bottom of my glass
But you want to need her and need to want her
Want her and need her.
Chorus:
No regrets my Juliet
We just come from the different sides of these fences
But I gotto say what’s wrong with this picture?
You in your small world with me every Friday night
(solo)
Now I’m feeling like a bottle in a brown paper bag
Think I’ll disappear there is nothing for me here
But you want to need her and you need to want her
Want her and need her
Chorus:
No regrets my Juliet
We just come from different sides of these fences
But I got to say what’s wrong with this picture?
You in your small world with me every Friday night