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• Artiste: Calvin Harris
• Titre: Ready For The Week End
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Counterfeit, counterfeit That's what you're, shouting at me, I could run but I'd sooner have this, And I make her bleed, Lick the blood stain from your finger, Say what do you see?, Remind you that whatever you get is, What you want it to be, (You want it to be) You get a feeling, that's what you choose, And I was told there's not a minute to lose, So if you're waiting jump out your skin, To find a cure for whatever state your in, I tell my good friends get out the way, Of all the lightning hitting the trees today, We get a thrill from clapping our hands, We find the nearest girl, (and ask her to dance) Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend (x4) Weekend, weekend, weekend Coming back, coming back, To a place where, I never knew, Pushing knobs, pushing faders, But I, don't know what they do, This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you, When I tilt it towards the sunlight, You fall out of view, (You fall out of view) You get a feeling, that's what you choose, Calvin Harris Ready For The Weekend And I was told there's not a minute to lose, So if you're waiting jump out your skin, To find a cure for whatever state your in, I tell my good friends get out the way, Of all the lightning hitting the trees today, We get a thrill from clapping our hands, We find the nearest girl, (and ask her to dance.) (ooh) I put on my shoes and i'm ready for the weekend (4x) Weekend, weekend, weekend Coming back coming back To a place where, I never knew Pushing knobs, pushing faders But I don't know what they do This reflection in my mirror, reminds me of you. When I tilt it towards the sunlight, you fall out of view You fall out of view! You get a feeling, that's what you choose. And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state your in I tell my good friends get out the way! Of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clappin our hands We find the nearest girl (and ask her to dance) (ooh) I put on my shoes and i'm ready for the weekend (4x) Weekend, weekend, weekend... Oooh!