It Don’t Mean Nothin’
Written by Jimmy Tittle · © All rights reserved
It’s Friday night
And it don’t mean nothin’
I said it don’t mean nothin’
It don’t mean nothin’
A quarter past nine, oh
That was a real nice recipe
I burnt it up in the oven
But it don’t mean nothin’
When you’re dancin’ on the edge
Blindfolded on the edge of this commotion
Poisoned by a heart with no devotion
Then it don’t mean nothin’
In the middle of the night
Those ghosts don’t ever sleep
They have a nice time haunting me
But it don’t mean nothin’
When you’re dancin’ on the edge
Blindfolded on the edge of this commotion
Poisoned by a heart with no devotion
Then it don’t mean nothin’
When you’re dancin’ on the edge
Blindfolded on the edge of this commotion
Poisoned by a heart with no devotion
Then it don’t mean nothin’
