Calvin Harris
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 bleed
Lick the blood stain from your finger
Say what do you see?
Remind you that whatever you get is
What you want it to be
(You want it to be)

You get a feeling, that's what you choose
And I was told there's not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state your in
I 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 dance)

Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend

Coming back, coming back
To a place where, I never knew
Pushing knobs, pushing faders
But I, don't know what they do
This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you
When I tilt it towards the sunlight
You fall out of view
(You fall out of view)

You get a feeling, that's what you choose
And I was told there's not a minute to lose
So if you're waiting jump out your skin
To find a cure for whatever state your in
I 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 dance)

Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend
Oooh

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Taal: Engels
Beschikbaar op: Ready for the Weekend (2009)

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