Here Comes The Weekend Lyrics - The Truth About Love - Pink

Here comes, comes the weekend 

Hear it calling like a siren 

(OohOoh!) 

We don't want no problems 

We don't like them, keep it moving 

Here comes the weekend 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!) 

Here comes the weekend 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!) 

I just wanna play, big city, holiday 

So get out of my way 

If you know what's better for you 

(OohOoh!) 

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I'm tearing up the night 

Lipstick and leather tight 

Not looking for a fight no 

(OohOoh!) 

High heels and cherry wine 

Not wasting any time 

We're ticking like a bomb 

About to blow 

(OohOoh!) 

Here comes, comes the weekend 

Hear it calling like a siren 

(OohOoh!) 

We don't look for trouble 

Just enough too, seeing double 

Here comes the weekend 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!) 

Here comes the weekend 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!) 

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Drink some pink champagne 

I don't know you yet 

But we'll forget so 

Fuck what they say 

Let the rum flow until it rains 

(OohOoh!) 

I'm tearin up the night 

Lipstick and leather tight 

Not looking for a fight, no 

(OohOoh!) 

High heels and cherry wine 

Not wasting any time 

We're ticking like a bomb 

About to blow 

(OohOoh!) 

Here comes, comes the weekend 

Hear it calling like a siren 

(OohOoh!) 

We don't look for trouble 

Just enough too, seeing double 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!) 

Here comes the weekend 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!) 

Nothing 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 wanting to pop 

Bubbly or Ciroc, I'm not Puffy 

But I'ma 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 Snicker commercial 

A mixture of Stifler and Urkel 

Hangin' from the light fixture 

I hope you pricks are insured 

For this building, '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 going eeEEeeEEeh cause... 

(Here comes the weekend) 

(Set off your sirens) 

(Here comes the weekend) 

(Set off your sirens) 

(OohOoh!) 

(OohOoh!) 

Here comes the weekend 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!) 

Here comes the weekend 

Set off your sirens 

(OohOoh!)