I met a girl on a Friday nightnWho ran her mouth and she caused a fight, oh whoanI started heading for the exit doornI never made it off the floornI’m more the lover than the fighting typenI never claimed to be the great white hype, oh whoanI’d rather have a broken heartnThan have my body torn apartnButnnI believe, I believenI believe in somethingnI believe, I believenI believe in runningnRun, run, run, runnnI remember back in schoolnI always had to play the fool, oh whoanIf ever there were choosing sidesnI would always be deniednIf I was waiting for the busnThere always seemed to be a fuss, oh whoanI could never walk alonenOr I was in a danger zonenButnnI believe, I believenI believe in somethingnI believe, I believenI believe in runningnRun, run, run, runnnWell daddy always said, ‘believe in something’nI believe in staying alivenWell, when it comes to clothes, I ain’t worth nothingn‘Cause I believe in love, love, love, love…nnFast forward almost twenty yearsnI found a girl that’s so sincere, oh whoanShe wouldn’t trade me for another guynI’ll never leaver her and I’ll tell you why:nnYou see, it started on a Friday nightnShe ran her mouth and she caused a fight, oh whoanShe started swinging and she cleared the floornI ran away with her forever morenButnnI believe, I believenI believe in somethingnI believe, I believenI believe in lovingn