Weeks Wishing My Week Away
I drank myself to sleep
then slept right through the week
I know its sad to say
Things never go your way
Finished my glass and paid my tab
threw up my hand and called a cab
I know it’s sad to say
I’m wishing my week away
I know you’re full of stress
Honey pull up that dress
I know it’s bad enough
But girl you like It rough
Finished my glass and paid my tab
threw up my hand and called a cab
I know it’s sad to say
I’m wishing my week away
I lit my cigarette
tried so hard to forget
I know this week will pass us
put on my dark sunglasses
Finished my glass and paid my tab
threw up my hand and called a cab
I know it’s sad to say
I’m wishing my week away