Ready For The Weekend Lyrics

Counterfeit, counterfeit That's what you're shouting at me I could run but I'd sooner have this And I make her bleed
Lick the blood stain from your finger Say what do you see? Remind you that whatever you get is What you want it to be
You get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends, get out the way Of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend
Coming back, coming back To a place where I never knew Pushing knobs, pushing faders But I don't know what they do
This reflection in my mirror Reminds me of you When I tilt it towards the sunlight You fall out of view
You get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state you're in
I tell my good friends, get out the way Of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend
I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend