text: Friday, Chicago
  The pride needs to cool, little rain didnt do it
  Never got it back from you 
  And you can be a fool, remember
  You can ride away
  Never gonna get back there
  Theres a red light in the moonlight
  Thats all, Im moving on from you
  You can try to leave me or doubt me
  Oh, Im the coolest still, right now
  Id never say good bye, little baby
  Never again