Sweet Thing - The Boomtown Rats

Sweet thing

You make my gums bleed

You’re my pretty thing

Because I love you

I’m gonna love you on Monday

You’re the start of my week

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

Man, we’re hitting a peak

But I love you best on Friday

'Cause you’re my weekend freak

My little sweet thing

They’re beaming hope out, baby, on the local airwaves

So tune into the one that offers hope and can save you

I love you in the morning when I wake and you’re shaving

Oh, my sweet thing

A-whoa, whoa, whoa

A-yeah, yeah, yeah

We’re going to keep on driving

'Til the end of the night

It’s hopeless but I’m helpless

You’re the beam in my light

There’s a rumour you’re a tumour on my lovestick, alright

My little sweet thing

I’m gonna call the cops up 'cause it just isn’t right

The world looks so much better

When I’ve got you in my sights

Tear up all those old plans

And let’s light up that night

My sweet thing