Weekender Baby - Lou Doillon

One, two, three, four, five coffee…

No, no he still hasn’t called me

Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies

I know he won’t

Check my watch, my phone

Why, why won’t you prove me wrong?

I check my pulse, wondering

Which one has gone?

Cause I’ve got and weekender baby

Weekender baby

Weekender baby

One, two, three, four, five ring…

You used to be so quick to pick up

Six, seven, eight, nine knocks…

I know you’re there

It seems too easy, to trick me all week

And then come Friday

Off to play

«King of the street»

Cause I’ve got a weekender baby

Who from Friday noon

Weekender baby

To Sunday eve

Weekender baby

Would rather roam

Than be at home with me

One, two, three, four, five coffee…

No, no he still hasn’t called me

Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies

I know he won’t

Check my watch, my phone

Why, why won’t you prove me wrong?

I check my pulse, wondering

Which one has gone?

Cause I’ve got a weekender baby

Who from Friday noon

Weekender baby

To Sunday eve

Weekender baby

Would rather roam

Than be alone with me