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 step 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 (x3)
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend
[Calvin Harris]
Coming back, coming back,
To a place where, I never knew,
Pushing k***s, 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'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 Step 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 (X4)
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend(X4)
Oooh!
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 step 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 (x3)
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend
[Calvin Harris]
Coming back, coming back,
To a place where, I never knew,
Pushing k***s, 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'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 Step 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 (X4)
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
Weekend, weekend, weekend(X4)
Oooh!