Friday,
I take a seat and prepare for another senseless night of haze
I pray,
Iâm on the floor looking at footprints that mark all my yesterdays.
Well Iâm sorry, I forgot youâre perfect.
No footprints for you, this isnât worth it.
Youâre so vain.
In case you havenât noticed, we wonât ever be the same.
Turn the page.
Iâm breaking my back, bending, so I donât have to see your face,
again.
Friends stay,
until the very end but I donât think youâll even make halfway.
Iâd wait,
but I canât see your money where your mouth is with all at stake.
And It seems like Fridayâs the new Sunday.
(That sunday feelingâs on)
But itâs not right, blues are meant for Monday.
(Put your clothes back on, youâre wrong, and,)
Youâre so vain.
In case you havenât noticed, we wonât ever be the same.
Turn the page.
Iâm breaking my back, bending, so I donât have to see your face,
again.
I will put you in your place.
When the sun goes in and it starts to rain,
and the droplets carefully wash away,
everything youâve worked for, all youâve gained.
When the winter brings those sleepless nights,
youâll be wishing youâd have played it right.
Growing old is mandatory.
Growing up is optional.
Friday,
I take a seat and prepare for another senseless night of haze
I pray,
Iâm on the floor looking at footprints that mark all my yesterdays.
Youâre so vain.
In case you havenât noticed, we wonât ever be the same.
You wonât change.
Iâm breaking my back, bending, so I donât have to see your face.
Youâre so vain.
(You're so vain)
Youâre so vain.
(You're so vain)
Youâre so vain.
Youâre so vain.
Itâs always going to happen, itâll always be the same.