Ready For The Weekend
Counterfeit, counterfeitThat's what you're... shouting at meI could run but I'd sooner have thisAnd amicablyLick the blood stain from your fingerSay what do you seeRemind you that whatever you get isWhat you want it to be
You get a feeling, that's what you chooseAnd I was told there was not a minute to loseSo if you're waiting, jump out your skinTo find a cure for whatever state your inI tell my good friends 'get out the way'Of all the lightning hitting the trees todayWe get a thrill from clapping our handsWe find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Coming back, coming backTo a place where... I never knewPushing knobs pushing faders but IDon't know what they doThis reflection in my mirrorReminds me of youWhen I tilt it towards the sunlightYou fall out of view
You get a feeling, that's what you chooseAnd I was told there was not a minute to loseSo if you're waiting, jump out your skinTo find a cure for whatever state your inI tell my good friends 'get out the way'Of all the lightning hitting the trees todayWe get a thrill from clapping our handsWe find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend