Strange Things

Strange things happen on a Friday night,

girls meet boys,

there's a lot of hugging and kissing,

under the golden moon that shines a silver light,

oh oh I'd like to be one of them,

but I'm like a wandering sheep,

a wandering sheep on this island,

with no one to love me,

with no one to kiss me,

that's why I say,

someone please take my hand and let us go,

I keep on thinking I wish that it was me.

Strange things happen on a Friday night,

girls meet boys,

there's a lot of hugging and kissing,

under the golden moon that shines a silver light,

oh oh I'd like to be one of them,

but I'm like a wandering sheep,

a wandering sheep on this island,

with no one to love me,

with no one to kiss me,

that's why I say,

someone please take my hand and let us go,

I keep on thinking I wish that it was me.

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