Fridays are like packing a bag
Fridays are like a springtime with you
Like taking your hands without touching
Like seeing your eyes without looking
No Saturday was enough to live the day
No Saturday night ended up with a morning
I’m yours, the night is mine, the day is mine.
Don’t worry about me, I have always been in this way
The weekend is like a reprise
The weekend, the lyrics are the same
On Sundays, Monday takes me away
Sundays are like a fish in my hand
Like crying when I see your eyes
Like realizing what you mean when you leave
The weekend is like a reprise
The weekend, the lyrics are the same
The weekend is like a reprise
The weekend, the lyrics are the same