Love on the Weekend - Ed Patrick

It’s a Friday, finally made it

Can’t believe I get to see your face

You been working, and I’ve been waiting

To pick you up and take you from this place

Love on the weekend, love on the weekend

Like only we can, like only we can

Love on the weekend, love on the weekend

I’m coming up and I’m loving every minute of it

You be the DJ, I’ll be the driver

You put your feet up in the getaway car

I’m flying fast like, a wanted man

I want you, baby, like you can’t understand

Love on the weekend, love on the weekend

We found a message in a bottle we were drinking

Love on the weekend, love on the weekend

I hate your guts 'cause I’m loving every minute of it

I gotta leave ya, it’s gonna hurt me

My clothes are dirty and my friends are getting worried

Down there below us, under the clouds

Baby take my hand and pull me down, down, down

And I’ll be dreaming of the next time we can go

Into another serotonin overflow

Love on the weekend, love on the weekend

I’m busted up, but I’m loving every minute of it

Love on the weekend