Текст песни Taylor Big - The Weekend Lover
Taylor Big - The Weekend Lover слова песни
She comes here Friday night,She leaves me Sunday noon;Two nights and one dayAlways seems to end too soon.She comes on weekends,Then she go her separate ways;Until she`s in my arms againI count the nights and days.Well Sunday night ain`t too bad,Without my pretty guest;And though I`ve started missing her,I catch up on my rest.She comes on weekends,Then she go her separate ways;Until she`s in my arms againI count the nights and days.But Monday night`s a rough one,Went back to work that day;I come home to these empty roomsShe`s still four nights away.She comes on weekends,Then she go her separate ways;Until she`s in my arms againI count the nights and days.By Tuesday night I`m doubting,I`ll see her ever again,And wondering if throughout the weekThere`s other gentlemen.She comes on weekends,Then she go her separate ways;Until she`s in my arms againI count the nights and days.Wednesday night is half-wayJust two more nights to goInstead of time a`flying byIt`s dragging on too slow.She comes on weekends,Then she go her separate ways;Until she`s in my arms againI count the nights and days.By Thursday night I`m hopeful,And I stock up food and wine,Anticipating her returnI clean up this place of mine.She comes on weekends,Then she go her separate ways;Until she`s in my arms againI count the nights and days.On Friday night I`m eager,The night I`ve waited for,To hear her footsteps in the hallway,Her little knock upon my door.She comes on weekends,Then she go her separate ways;Until she`s in my arms againI count the nights and days.