Ready For The Weekend

Counterfeit, counterfeit That's what you're, shouting at me I could run but I'd sooner have this And I make her bleed Liquid blood stain from your finger Say what do you see? Remind you that whatever you get is What you want it to be 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 clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance. Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend [Repeat x4] 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 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 clapping our hands We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance. Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend