New Messiahs - Lost Weekend

She always waits up for me
Pretends to sleep, ignores me
We all know what it's like
The little thing's she don't ever want to give
And all the time I've known her
No one ever told her
It's better to be yourself
Suffering in silence

Just one more Friday night
I love it when she's rough
It makes me feel alive
Her black eye matches my black eye
So we look pretty good together
Don't need no super sleuth
Blame it on the drink
And on the mis-spent youth
If you've got some time to spend
We could have our own little lost weekend

I'm always waiting for her
To come back down
Come back down
Come down and see me
But try as I might
I never seem to get it right
It's better to be by myself
And suffer in silence

Just one more Friday night
I love it when she's rough
It makes me feel alive
Her black eye matches my black eye
So we look pretty good together
Don't need no super sleuth
Blame it on the drink
And on the mis-spent youth
If you've got some time to spend
We could have our own little lost weekend

Just one more Friday night
I love it when she's rough
It makes me feel alive
Her black eye matches my black eye
So we look pretty good together
Don't need no super sleuth
Blame it on the drink
And on the mis-spent youth
If you've got some time to spend
We could have our own little lost weekend

Have you got the time?
The time to spend
We could have our own little lost weekend

Come down
We could have our own little lost weekend

Have you got the time?

Have you got the time?
The time to spend...

Written by:
Lee Mainon, Paul Mainon

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