The Crests

 Well six  nights a week I long for you
 And then on Saturday night
 I hold you in my arms again
 I love you so but I'm a fool it seems
 For six nights a week I see you only in my dreams
 I want to hold you every night
 But you won't give me a chance
 I have to wait to hold you tight
 Until the next Saturday night
 So why must we spend six nights a week apart
 When night after night I'd love to hold you to my heart