Weekends -

You ban me from sleeping pills and codeine

I’m at my best, just even knowing

You’re coming around, you’re coming around

You switch from vodka, lime and soda

And I hate every girl that’s ever known ya

And you know a lot about me, it’s more than I can stand

Only on weekends we feel the love

Only on weekends this happens to us

Only on weekends I have no room for anyone else, but you

And I took your number quicker than my next breath

I call your house phone just to listen, to hear what your life might sound like

What your life might sound like

Only on weekends we feel the love

Only on weekends this happens to us

Only on weekends I have no room for anyone else, but you

Only on weekends we feel the same

Only on weekends is what we do

Only on weekends I have no room for anyone else, but you

There’s a place for us

There’s a tiny little room for two

And it’s crystallised in my mind, that tiny little room

With you

Only on weekends

Only on weekends we feel the love

Only on weekends this happens to us

Only on weekends I have no room for anyone else, but you

For anyone else, but you

Only on weekends

Only on weekends

On weekends I have no room for anyone else, but you