The Weekend Lover — текст песни (Taylor Big)

She comes here Friday night,
She leaves me Sunday noon;
Two nights and one day
Always seems to end too soon.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she`s in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
Well Sunday night ain`t too bad,
Without my pretty guest;
And though I`ve started missing her,
I catch up on my rest.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she`s in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
But Monday night`s a rough one,
Went back to work that day;
I come home to these empty rooms
She`s still four nights away.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she`s in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
By Tuesday night I`m doubting,
I`ll see her ever again,
And wondering if throughout the week
There`s other gentlemen.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she`s in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
Wednesday night is half-way
Just two more nights to go
Instead of time a`flying by
It`s dragging on too slow.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she`s in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
By Thursday night I`m hopeful,
And I stock up food and wine,
Anticipating her return
I clean up this place of mine.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she`s in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
On Friday night I`m eager,
The night I`ve waited for,
To hear her footsteps in the hallway,
Her little knock upon my door.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she`s in my arms again
I count the nights and days.