Lyrics:
gone all weekend long
But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon
And P.S., if this is Austin, I still love you
Well, this time she
To see him walking by
He might not catch your eye - here's why
Not quite heaven-sent
Kinda Clark Kent - yeah, that's it
He's got the profile
people go to see the races at Deauville
Or weekend by the racing tides of Mont San Michelle
Some take the tour of Chartres on an autobus
While
Been waiting for the weekend
And howling at that mid-week moon
Sitting with some friends
And talking 'bout the years gone by
Laughing out loud
No
Far from the cry of the city
Where flowers pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
Creepin on a weekend's evening
Keep it g, nigga, stick to schemin
I seed da green nigga, word to eden
My rhyme scheme, it ain't fair or even
Way my
Friday night and a guy's fresh out of work
Talking 'bout the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families, some looking
the neon lights
Pull me back to you and I won't mind
Need you by my side
It's another weekend
Weekend
I need you here
I need you here
Baby you got something
going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend
I'ma run it up in a month
I'ma
Man how did I get here
To be or not to be
It's the weekend
Fuck the weekend
It's the weekend
I'm by myself
It's Saturday
I'm feeling things that I
legal or an alien
A little pretty Puerto rican
Shawty whine on the weekend
Whine on the weekend
Whine pon the weekend
On the we
Whine pon the weekend
so far gone
By the time that she knew any better
Right now
Let me have control
We got love for the weekend, love for the weekend
Don't go
Give it to me
the weekend
(Uh, yeah, yeah, woah)
Everyday feel like the weekend (Uh, huh)
Everyday feel like the weekend (Smoke one)
I wish everyday was the weekend
I wish
I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know
You factory
'Cause I been workin' every weekend
I been workin' overtime
Now it's time for my vacation
Havin' nothin' on my mind, that's right
Goin' swimmin' in
My life was getting used to
A dull daily routine
I was getting so fed up
I just wanted to scream
Up at six to work by nine
Home again by
and hangin' out
I'm just talkin' 'bout tonight
She said, "I only take it slow
By now you oughta know that I ain't digging this
If we can start as friends
both hands
Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And I got no plans for the weekend
So should we speak then? Keep it between friends?
The winter days they last forever
And the weekends went by so quick
Went ridin' around this little country town
We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks
We could just stay in
Do the same old thing
Be just by ourselves
Don't need no one else
Just go on through the week
I just wanna take you out
night nothing but a stray dog running wild like nobody's child.
And little by little, light after light, that's how it died.
They say you never go
Work Week Ended Again
Work Week Ended Again
Friday Starts Weekend
Friday Starts
Work Week Ended Again
Work Week Ended Again
Friday Starts Weekend
It's hard, can't afford to stop
Keep on working, till you're fit to drop
Then comes the weekend and my troubles go away
Monday morning brings them
I'd like to take you by surprise at the grocery store
Grab you by the hand and step on the electric door
Leave the shopping cart right where it is
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