Song Lyrics
Shes dressed to kill, of all the girls he wished she was, shes dressed to kill
Shes dressed to kill, and she don t know, shes dressed to kill
And she s all alone, it s friday night, she ll wash her hair
It s friday night, i wish that i could make her see
He don t know, he don t know, of all the girls he s loved before
He don t know, he don t know
He s too stoned, shes dressed to kill
he s a million miles away
But the tv s on he s connected to the sound, i wish that i could make her see, are all he gives too her
And he means everything to her, her boyfriend
And she don t know, i wish that i could make her see Flavor, but the tv s on he s connected to the sound
she s the flavor of the week
He s too stoned, she s just the flavor of the week yeah
are all he gives too her
and she knows all his favourite songs
She s just the flavor of the week, her boyfriend
I wish that i could make her see, her boyfriend Flavor, i wish that i could make her see
i wish that i could make her see
And he s got posters on the wall, she ll wash her hair
He s too stoned, but the tv s on he s connected to the sound
she ll wash her hair