One, two, three, four, five coffees... No, no he still hasn't called me, Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies, I know he won't...
I check my watch, my phone, Why, why won't you prove me wrong? I check my pulse, wondering Which one has gone?
Cause I've got a weekender baby Weekender baby Weekender baby
One, two, three, four, five rings... You used to be so quick to pick up Six, seven, eight, nine knocks... I know you're there.
It seems too easy, to trick me all week And then comes Friday, He's off to play, "King of the streets"
Cause I've got a weekender baby Who from Friday noon Weekender baby To Sunday Eve, Weekender baby Would rather roam Than be at home with me
One, two, three, four, five coffees... No, no he still hasn't called me, Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies, I know he won't...
I check my watch, my phone, Why, why won't you prove me wrong? I check my pulse, wondering Which one has gone?
Cause I've got a weekender baby Who from Friday noon Weekender baby To Sunday Eve, Weekender baby Would rather roam Than be alone with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
