One, two, three

Every shape of every word you say
That breaks the silence of an ordinary day
Every look that seems to mystify
Every single smile that spins me to the sky

It makes me [bad word]  it makes me wanna hide
'Cos you're the only one that makes [bad word] alive
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour
It only goes to show

That here [bad word]  [bad word] the weekend
And I'm on my own again
With a Saturday in the rain
Yea yeah
Here [bad word]  [bad word] the weekend
The fine line from pleasure to pain
Is making me cry
When will I see you again?

Every breath, every vision you make
Every chance in love you love to take
Every move that seems to alter my world
Every dream I've had about this boy and this girl

Ooo
It makes me [bad word]  it makes me wanna hide
'Cos you're the only one
That makes my love alive
And time [bad word]  fast, into a new goodbye
It only goes to show that

Here [bad word]  [bad word] the weekend
Another walk down that lonely lane
Another Sunday that feels the same
Hey hey
Here [bad word]  [bad word] the weekend [bad word] the weekend)
The fine line from pleasure to pain, hey hey
An' is making me cry
When will I see you again?

Here [bad word] Here [bad word] Yea

Here [bad word]  [bad word] the weekend
And I'm on my own again
With a Saturday in the rain
Yea yeah
Here [bad word]  [bad word] the weekend [bad word] the weekend)
The fine line from pleasure to pain, hey hey
Is making me cry
When will I see you again?
 [bad word] the weekend
Here [bad word]  hmm [bad word] the weekend [bad word] the weekend)
Here [bad word]  hmm [bad word] the weekend
Here [bad word] Here comes the weekend