Now this I've said a couple times
Your hair is in my ears and eyes 
And I haven't got the steps 
To dance with you 

Remember i'm the freezing man
My cufflinks rash your wrists and hands 
And my feet are like two swords against your shoes 

Forget the dance I'd sooner crawl
You've chilled me with your talk and all
Colder is the day I dance with you 

Now move along, this topic's closed 
And hurry while your drink is cold 
I've got a million things I gotta do 

(Pre [bad word]  
Gonna wake up and radiate 
She's the woman you love to hate 
Call her up from a distant New York 
I'll wait here 
 [bad word]  
I've got a weekend full of weekends 
I'm gonna spend them by myself 
I've got a Tuesday full of Mondays
I feel I've done them well 

Let the evening scratch the morning 
I feel naked from waist down 
I've got a weekend full of weekends 
I might not make it out 

Now since I've earned this state of mind 
And you stress your best plies in time 
I won't search for words that speak to you 

I'm tired of the "How 'ya been's" 
And "Hope that we can meet again's" 
These will be my last words to you 

(Pre [bad word]  
Gonna wake up and radiate 
She's the woman you love to hate 
Call her up from a distant New York 
She's waiting
 [bad word]  
I've got a weekend full of weekends 
I'm gonna spend them by myself 
I've got a Tuesday full of Mondays
I feel I've done them well 

Let the evening scratch the morning 
I feel naked from waist down 
I've got a weekend full of weekends 
I might not make it out 

I've followed what I should have followed 
Years before but never bothered
I was just a breath in search
Of air so life could see me
Take me, and show me i'm alive

(Pre [bad word]  
Gonna wake up and radiate 
She's the woman you love to hate 
Call her up from a distant New York 
She's waiting
 [bad word]  
I've got a weekend full of weekends 
I'm gonna spend them by myself 
I've got a Tuesday full of Mondays
I feel I've done them well 

Let the evening scratch the morning 
I feel naked from waist down 
I've got a weekend full of weekends 
I might not make it out