Текст песни Weekender Baby - Lou Doillon

One, two, three, four, five coffee...
No, no he still hasn′t called me
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies
I know he won't
Check my watch, my phone
Why, why won′t you prove me wrong?
I check my pulse, wondering
Which one has gone?
Cause I've got and weekender baby
Weekender baby
Weekender baby
One, two, three, four, five ring...
You used to be so quick to pick up
Six, seven, eight, nine knocks...
I know you're there
It seems too easy, to trick me all week
And then come Friday
Off to play
"King of the street"
Cause I′ve got a weekender baby
Who from Friday noon
Weekender baby
To Sunday eve
Weekender baby
Would rather roam
Than be at home with me
One, two, three, four, five coffee...
No, no he still hasn′t called me
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies
I know he won't
Check my watch, my phone
Why, why won′t you prove me wrong?
I check my pulse, wondering
Which one has gone?
Cause I've got a weekender baby
Who from Friday noon
Weekender baby
To Sunday eve
Weekender baby
Would rather roam
Than be alone with me