Love On The Weekend

You It’s a Fri day; we fi n’lly made it.

I can’t be lieve I get to see a your face.

I’m You’ve been work ing a, and I’ve been wait ing to pick you up and take you from un this place.

Love on the week end, love on the week end, like on ly we sage can, a bot like on ly we can.

Love on the week end, love on the week end, I’m com ing up and I’m lov ing ev ’ry min ute of it.

You be the D.

J., I’ll be the driv er.

You put your feet up in the get a way car.

I’m fly ing fast like a, a want ed man.

ing I want you, ba by, like you can’t un der stand.

Love on the week end, love on the week end.

We found a mes sage in a bot tle we were drink ing.

Love on the week end, love on the week end.

I hate your guts ’cause I’m lov ing ev ’ry min ute of it.

Oh,

oh,

oh,

oh.

I got ta leave ya; it’s gon na hurt me.

My clothes are dirt y and my friends are get ting wor ried.

Down there be low us, un der the clouds, ba by, take my hand and pull me down, down, down, down.

And I’ll be dream ing of the next time we can go in to an oth er se ro ton in o ver flow.

Love on the week end, love on the week end, I’m bust ed up, but I’m lov ing ev ’ry min ute of it.

(C)Love on the week end.

(C)Love on the week end.