Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart & Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
Angie Hart
I'm not afraid of phone calls
Or parking fines
I'm not afraid of bad news
Get me Houston on the line
I pick up the odd spider
Take a deep sea dive
I guess I could handle a gun
If the situation called for one
Here comes Friday
And I feel like letting go
One woman's poison
Is the only thing I know
Another woman's pleasure
Isn't fool's gold if it's true
I'm not about to let them win
And I'm not afraid of you
I'm not afraid of dying
This rotten tooth
It never keeps me awake at night
And I don't miss my youth
Chasing shadows in the midday sun
I never look behind me
At the damage I've done
Here comes Friday
And I feel like letting go
One woman's poison
Is the only thing I know
Another woman's pleasure
Isn't fool's gold if it's true
I'm not about to let them win
And I'm not afraid of you
There's no amount of laughter
That you can get hooked on
There's no end to the fear
But it's only a song
Carry me out
To where the waves don't break
Ride the undertow
If it's gonna take
Here comes Friday
And I feel like letting go
One woman's poison
Is the only thing I know
Another woman's pleasure
Isn't fool's gold if it's true
I'm not about to let them win
And I'm not afraid of you
I'm not afraid of you