Women, it's Friday night again
Time for the wine to flow
in troubled blood vessels
Women, the bartender is male
He's there to pass the drinks
we don't need anything else
Put your hands up, my beauties
There's still life leftover
Our table is crowded
Half the bar is congratulating us
We toast you, my beauties
Let their actions show
Everyone wants to touch what isn't theirs
I have that kind of person at home
Women, we act crazy tonight
but at dawn whatever happens happens
believe it or not
Women, the bartender is male
He's there to pass the drinks
we don't need anything else
Put your hands up, my beauties
There's still life leftover
Our table is crowded
Half the bar is congratulating us
We toast you, my beauties
Let their actions show
Everyone wants to touch what isn't theirs
I have that kind of person at home
Put your hands up, my beauties
There's still life leftover
Our table is crowded
Half the bar is congratulating us
We toast you, my beauties
Let their actions show
Everyone wants to touch what isn't theirs
I have that kind of person at home