Lyrics

Friday morning on the train I got my black suit on my office pumps again Work is such a bitch she wants it yesterday Nobody hears a word I say say say Can't wait for the time When I can shed my skin You can't read my mind But if you're wonderin' I'm somebody else You ain't met me before I'll put my real face on And open the door Wham bam here I am Goddess of the glitter glam Yes catch a breath Gotcha eating out of my hand Wham bam thank you mam Now I'm here the party is on Wow check me out Don't know what you've got till it's Gone Friday nights were made for this I got my red dress on with slits right up the back back back Lipstick check, hot cherry red, a perfect ten And there ain't nothing wrong with that that that that DJ knows what to play Needle droppin the sounds Pump the beat through my veins Ain't no stoppin me now Takin over the room When I'm out on the floor Get your game face on And open the door Wham bam here I am Goddess of the glitter glam Yes catch a breath Gotcha eating out of my hand Wham bam thank you mam Now I'm here the party is on Wow check me out Don't know what you've got till it's Gone Boys they really like me Girls all wanna fight me Looking for some action Give it up, live it up Turn the freakin' music up. Wooh! Wham bam here I am Goddess of the glitter glam Yes catch a breath Gotcha eating out of my hand Wham bam thank you mam Now I'm here the party is on Wow check me out Don't know what you've got till it's Gone
Writer(s): Buck Owens, Bonnie Owens, Don Rich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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