What, what you got, not a lot, but you're desperate for the weekend
Slip into your jeans and, put your Second Coming on
Quick do your hair, move your mucky underwear and it's alright
Yes it's alright, who you bring home tonight
And she doesn't seem to care at all
Into whose bed she falls
And it doesn't matter, no not at all, if she pulls gets laid at all
She'll self indulge until she falls and says, something for the weekend
Oh and she says, something for the weekend
She talks to a man, get his number if she can, but it's okay
When she's talking to the DJ, telling him which song to play
Back at the bar I'll have a vodka and a jar for me boyfriend
Well he's in an indie rock band, and he's into LSD
And he doesn't seem to care at all
Into whose bed she falls
And it doesn't matter, no not at all, if she pulls gets laid at all
She'll self indulge until she falls and says, something for the weekend
When she says, something for the weekend
And she doesn't seem to care at all
Into whose bed she falls
And it doesn't matter, no not at all, if she pulls gets laid at all
She'll self indulge until she falls and says, something for the weekend
And she doesn't seem to care at all
Into whose bed she falls
And it doesn't matter, no not at all, if she pulls gets laid at all
She'll self indulge until she falls and says, something for the weekend

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