Ready for the Weekend Lyrics
[Calvin Harris]
Counterfeit, counterfeit
That's what you're, shouting at me,
I could run but I'd sooner have this,
And I make her bleed,
Lick the blood stain from your finger,
Say what do you see?,
Remind you that whatever you get is,
What you want it to be,
(You want it to be)
You get a feeling, that's what you choose,
And I was told there's 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 lightning hitting the trees today,
We get a thrill from clapping our hands,
We find the nearest girl,
(and ask her to dance)
[Mary Pearce]
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend (x4)
Weekend, weekend, weekend
[Calvin Harris]
Coming back, coming back,
To a place where, I never knew,
Pushing knobs, pushing faders,
But I, don't know what they do,
This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you,
When I tilt it towards the sunlight,
You fall out of view,
(You fall out of view)
You get a feeling, that's what you choose,
Calvin Harris Ready For The Weekend
And I was told there's 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 lightning hitting the trees today,
We get a thrill from clapping our hands,
We find the nearest girl,
(and ask her to dance.)
[mary pearce]
(ooh) I put on my shoes and i'm ready for the weekend (4x)
Weekend, weekend, weekend
[calvin harris]
Coming back coming back
To a place where, I never knew
Pushing knobs, pushing faders
But I don't know what they do
This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you.
When I tilt it towards the sunlight, you fall out of view
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 lightning hitting the trees today
We get a thrill from clappin our hands
We find the nearest girl
(and ask her to dance)
[mary pearce]
(ooh) I put on my shoes and i'm ready for the weekend (4x)
Weekend, weekend, weekend...
Oooh!
