Wishin' My Week Away - The Weeks

I drank myself to sleep

Then slept right through the week

I know its sad to say

Things never go your way

Finished my glass and paid my tab

Threw up my hand and called a cab

I know it’s sad to say

I’m wishing my week away

I know you’re full of stress

Honey pull up that dress

I know it’s bad enough

But girl you like It rough

Finished my glass and paid my tab

Threw up my hand and called a cab

I know it’s sad to say

I’m wishing my week away

I lit my cigarette

Tried so hard to forget

I know this week will pass us Put on my dark sunglasses

Finished my glass and paid my tab

Threw up my hand and called a cab

I know it’s sad to say

I’m wishing my week away