Weekend - Linnea Olsson

When Friday comes I’ll go and drink my head off

I’ll forget everything that happened this last week

I won’t regret a single thing on Sunday morning

A 36 hour last contact with reality

Switch off,

not nothing

can ruin this weekend

Zone out,

not nothing

will disturb this weekend

My beauty

now will spellbind everyone

They’re gonna carry me in kings chair

They’re gonna sing my name in big letters

Linnea

Perfect escapes can go and kiss my ass in sunset

A golden beach somewhere is missing my pale skin

Like I care

I will flip coins in the backroom of all of your minds

I will twist-dance your heads

Let go and fall back

let’s crush down this weekend

Zone out,

not nothing will disturb this weekend

My beauty

now will spellbind everyone

They’re gonna carry me in kings chair

They’re gonna sing my name in big letters

Linnea

Linnea

Linnea

Linnea