Farrah - Living For The Weekend Lyrics
He's not a guy that you'd call understandingShe sees him weekends just to keep her hand inHe's not affectionate and won't be kissedHe never cried when they saw Schindler's List.He never acted on some great ambitionHis hair was ginger but he called it titianWhen he admitted that he loved the mission, he had to go.She's living for the weekendGoing up the west endWaiting for her two day paradise.He admitted he'd been scarred in childhoodBorn in poppleton and moved to foxwoodThe other children thought that he talked funnyHe bought their friendship with his pocket money.He always thought he had a head for businessCoz 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 endWaiting for her two day paradiseShe'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 weekendYou're living for the weekend, living for the weekendWe're living for the weekend
