Farrah Living For The Weekend Lyrics

Living For The Weekend Lyrics

He's not a guy that you'd call understanding

She sees him weekends just to
keep her hand in

He's not affectionate and won't be kissed

He never
cried when they saw Schindler's List.

He never acted on some great
ambition

His hair was ginger but he called it titian

When he
admitted that he loved the mission, he had to go.

She's living for the
weekend

Going up the west end

Waiting for her two day paradise.

He admitted he'd been scarred in childhood

Born in poppleton and moved
to foxwood

The other children thought that he talked funny

He bought
their friendship with his pocket money.

He always thought he had a head
for business

Coz he bought multipacks of king sized rizzlas.

You
couldn't blame a girl for feeling listless, he's got to go.

She's living
for the weekend going up the west end

Waiting for her two day paradise

She's going up the west end, Friday night is when she comes alive.

She's living for the weekend, going up the west end, waiting for her two day
paradise.

She's living for the weekend

You're living for the
weekend, living for the weekend

We're living for the weekend