Its Friday night, tonight you know,nyou’ve got to elevate yourself to a place I never go.nNow all I feel are the cracks in the pavement, nthey trip me and hinder me as I try and get to you.nWith the pulsating of the music and the glare of the lights,nI’ve fallen in love for the third time tonight.nAnd to you this is all a big epiphany,nThere’s nothing to love that I can seennBut, a bottle in you’re hand,nA Chip on you’re shoulder.nCome on and make me a man,nCan you make a man out of me?nnRomance is bullshit it’s for the vain oh,nThose are the guidelines we stick too anyway.nI wish I understood as quickly as you,nA flick of the hair, a cynical glare.nIts Friday night and the glare of the lights,nPulsating music, we’re all falling in love again.nFalling in love again with the sound and the lights.nnA Bottle in you’re hand,nA Chip on you’re shoulder.nCome on and make me a man,nCan you make a man out of me?nnAnd we went to three bars that night,nThere were uniforms and the dancing was full on.nnFriday night, tonight you know,nyou’ve got to elevate yourself to a place I never go.nNow all I feel are the cracks in the pavement, nthey trip me and hinder me as I try and get to you.nWith the pulsating of the music and the glare of the lights,nI’ve fallen in love for the third time tonight.nnnThe third time tonightnThe third time tonightnThird time tonight.n