Ready for the Weekend [Album Version] [Version]

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 Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend 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 Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend