Yeah, I'm love struck
And my heart stuck on you (you-ooh-ooh)
I just do stuff to get my one track mind off of you (off of you) off of you
It's a crying shame and I really I hate to loose (loose) loose
I don't picture frames
'Cause they're empty like I feel without you (without you) without you
But I never felt better, must be all this hot weather
Caught me with my tongue out
Looking at her bum never
Going out, out (out)
For the weekend
I'll be back Sunday afternoon
Yeah, we out, out (out)
For the weekend
Coming back Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
Sunday afternoon
I'd admit it come clean, tell the truth if it was me
But it was you (I come clean)
It was you (it was you)
Not my fault you stayed at home, I swear
I even asked you if you want to (if you want to)
Try calling but it keeps breaking up
(Try calling but it keeps breaking up)
Don't ask me, I really don't remember much (I don't remember much)
But I never felt better, must be all this hot weather
Caught me with my tongue out
Looking at her bum never
Going out, out (out)
For the weekend
I'll be back Sunday afternoon
Yeah, we out, out (out)
For the weekend
Coming back Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
Sunday afternoon
