Letra de Ready for the Weekend
Counterfeit, counterfeit That's what you're shouting at me I could run, but I'd sooner have this And I make her bleedLick the blood stain from your finger Say, what do you see? Remind you that whatever you get is What you want it to beYou get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state you're inI tell my good friends, get out the way Of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to danceI put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekendComing back, coming back To a place where I never knew Pushing knobs, pushing faders But I don't know what they doThis reflection in my mirror Reminds me of you When I tilt it towards the sunlight You fall out of viewYou get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state you're inI tell my good friends, get out the way Of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to danceI put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekendWeekend, weekend, weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend I put on my shoes, and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend