Nights Of The Week

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

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 sex up

I wonder if they know you're there

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

These are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow

Nights of the week

The nights of the week

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