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 come 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 Mmmmm
One, two, three, four, five coffee No, no… He still hasn’t called me Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies I know he won´t I checked my watch, my phone Why, why won´t you prove me wrong? I checked 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 me Mmmmm
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