| We work all week long
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| And Lord knows
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| We live for the weekends
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| By Wednesday I’m planning
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| What I’m gonna wear
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| To surprise him
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| Cause if it’s champagne and candles
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| Or a drive-in and cokes
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| In a crowd or all alone
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| I know how Saturday night will end
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| And I can hardly wait till we’re back home
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| From Saturday night
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| To Sunday quiet
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| When it’s woman and man time
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| And the curtains are drawn
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| From Saturday night
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| To Sunday quiet
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| From the good times in town
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| To soft sheets and gowns
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| And we’re all alone
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| Sometimes unplanned
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| Some good friends drop in
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| On the weekend
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| Then we’re part of the crowd
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| And the laughter is loud
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| With people talking
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| But when the music is low
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| He whispers, «I love you»
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| And makes me think of things to come
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| Cause after all the last goodbyes
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| I know at last we’ll finally be alone
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| From Saturday night
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| To Sunday quiet
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| When it’s woman and man time
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| And the curtains are drawn
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| From Saturday night
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| To Sunday quiet
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| From the good times in town
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| To soft sheets and gowns
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| And we’re all alone
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| From the good times in town
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| To soft sheets and gowns
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| And we’re all alone |