Lou Doillon - Weekender Baby lyrics

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