Thursday Night

It's Thursday night And I'm texting you You know there ain't much that I won't do Come around or come through I don't want to trust you My friends all think I love you But I don't have the heart to So come around or come through I don't want to trust you My friends all think I love you But I don't have the heart to It's getting cold It's getting cold It's getting cold It's getting cold It's getting cold It's getting cold It's getting cold It's getting cold Oh, it's getting so cold, yeah Did it, did it right Feeling on your thigh Something isn't right Oh, I didn't hate it Oh, it's getting so cold, yeah I don't want to run or hide, baby I don't want to run or fight, babe Oh, it's getting so cold, yeah Did he, did he fight Fiending for the night Something's on your mind Oh, I didn't hate it Oh, it's getting so cold I don't want to run or fight babe Oh, it's getting so cold in here, yeah It's getting so cold in here, yeah