Pull out them 'get me some' jeans out the closet Put on that 'I still got it' lipstick shade
Take a 'get me there' shot in the kitchen Tell my friends that I'm fixing to head that way
* Everybody wants somebody on the weekend A go sit at a bar have a drink with
A neon bad decision they could leave with And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't
Yeah, I didn't Wish that Friday Wasn't just another way to say lonely
And Sunday morning didn't dawn on me That I'm hungover from the weak-end
Yeah, the weak end of a heartache A permanent case of the Mondays
Maybe I'll get over you one day, someday
Well that third round of double whiskey's burning He's flirting and it's working, and I'm drunk
And I don't smoke but he's gotta lighter And if a Marlboro light will start a fire
I'll let him light it up
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