Here Comes The Weekend
by Pink

Album: The Truth About Love (2012)
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  • Here comes, comes the weekend
    Hear it calling like a siren eh oh eh oh
    We don't want no problems
    We don't like them, keep it movin'
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    I just wanna play, Big City, Holiday
    So get out of my way, if you know whats better for you
    I'm tearin' up the night, lipstick and leather tight
    Not looking for a fight, no, eh oh eh oh
    High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time
    We're ticking like a bomb, about to blow eh oh eh oh
    Here comes, comes the weekend
    Hear it calling like a siren eh oh eh oh
    We don't look for trouble, just enough too, seeing double
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    Drink some pink champagne, I don't know you yet
    But we'll forget so fuck what they say
    Let the? untill it rains eh oh eh oh
    I'm tearin up the night, lipstick and leather tight
    Not looking for a fight, no, eh oh eh oh
    High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time
    We're ticking like a bomb, about to blow eh oh eh oh
    Here comes, comes the weekend
    Hear it calling like a siren eh oh eh oh
    We don't look for trouble, just enough too, seeing double
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    Nothin' high class in my glass, only bottles of pop
    My bottles are popped so when I pop up in the spot
    Im prob-ably not gonna be wantin' to pop bubbly
    Or Ciroc, I'm not Puffy but I'mma run this city tonight
    When I hit it, I might act like a frickin' idiot
    Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights
    Little indignity, hot diggity, this Biggie is gettin' me hype
    I don't get some liquor, I'll hurt you
    I'll knock your dick in the dirt, bickerin' worse
    Than that bitch in that Snickers commercial
    A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel, hangin' from the light fixture
    I hope you pricks are insured for this buildin'
    Cuz we're tearin' it down, security get out
    The frickin' way, Jesus Christ the blaring is loud
    I swear the only thing I hear is the sound
    Of sirens goin' EERREERREERRRERR cuz...
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh
    Here comes The Weekend
    Set off your sirens eh oh eh oh Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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