Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend.
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Kinda fits kinda fits! 
That's what you're...shouting at me 
I [bad word] but I'd sooner have this 
And I make her bleed 
Liquid blood stain from your finger 
Say what do you see? 
Remind you that whatever you get is 
What you want it to be 

You get a feeling, that's what you choose 
And I was told there was not a minute to lose 
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin 
To find a cure for whatever state your in 
I tell my good friends 'get out the way!' of all the lights hitting the trees today 
We get a thrill from clapping our hands 
We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance. 

Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend x4 
 [bad word] back coming back 
To a place where, I never knew. 
??? don't know what to do. 
This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you. 
When I tilt it towards the sunlight, you fall out of view. 

You get a feeling, that's what you choose. 
And I was told there was not a minute to lose 
So if you're waiting, jump out your skin 
To find a cure for whatever state your in 
I tell my good friends 'get out the way!' of all the lights hitting the trees today? 
We get a thrill from clapping our hands 
We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance. 

Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend