On the Weekend

I got Full Moon Fever Pouring out the speakers Won't you be my summertime queen? It's been a bottom shelf budget and a high street dream So what's your champagne slip doing with my ripped jeans? You only call me on the weekend When you're painting the town and no-one else is around You only call me on the weekend When we dance in the dark, feels like we're miles apart You only call me on the weekend Another twenty-something summer night You and I We were guided by moonlight on a midnight ride While I was caught up in time you were just wasting mine I guess that's alright We can fake it for the night Baby I know your style You can put me in your pocket, pick me up when you like So what's your champagne slip doing with my ripped jeans? You only call me on the weekend When you're painting the town and no-one else is around You only call me on the weekend When we dance in the dark, feels like we're miles apart You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend When you're painting the town and no-one else is around You only call me on the weekend When we dance in the dark, feels like we're miles apart You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend You only call me on the weekend