There's a night of the week,
When the freaks will meet,
And the girls turn into flashy clowns.
You got a drink in your hand,
You're looking to party-up,
But you feel that nobody knows -
This temporary meaning,
There's no reason to end,
Until you find the special one.
The drama's the same,
The bills are insane,
And the iron burns your tongue.
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These are the nights of the week that you force yourself out of bed.
There's a place uptown,
Where the spirits are down,
But nobody admits a thing.
A toned down place,
Where happiness is king,
But tragedy has a better ring.
There's the boy you'll kiss,
And a girl you'll s** up,
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Just drink twelve shots,
With forget-me-not's,
And nobody will really care.
So get my coat little darling,
I think that it's time to go.
Let's sneak out through the back door,
Because nobody can know.
I want to be back in my bedroom,
Where time never seems to pass.
I want to lay down in my bathroom,
And feel okay, at last.
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These are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed.
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Nights of the week,
The nights of the week.
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These are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed.
When the freaks will meet,
And the girls turn into flashy clowns.
You got a drink in your hand,
You're looking to party-up,
But you feel that nobody knows -
This temporary meaning,
There's no reason to end,
Until you find the special one.
The drama's the same,
The bills are insane,
And the iron burns your tongue.
ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
These are the nights of the week that you force yourself out of bed.
There's a place uptown,
Where the spirits are down,
But nobody admits a thing.
A toned down place,
Where happiness is king,
But tragedy has a better ring.
There's the boy you'll kiss,
And a girl you'll s** up,
????????????????????
Just drink twelve shots,
With forget-me-not's,
And nobody will really care.
So get my coat little darling,
I think that it's time to go.
Let's sneak out through the back door,
Because nobody can know.
I want to be back in my bedroom,
Where time never seems to pass.
I want to lay down in my bathroom,
And feel okay, at last.
ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
These are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed.
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Nights of the week,
The nights of the week.
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These are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed.