Weekend

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 long contact with reality

Switch off
Now 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 king’s chair
They’re gonna sing my name in big letters
Linnea

Perfect escapes can go and
Kiss my ass in sunsets
A golden beach somewhere
Is missing my pale skin

Like I care
I will flip coins in the back room
Blow 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 king’s chair
They’re gonna sing my name in big letters
Linnea
Linnea
Linnea
Linnea