Teksty: Soundtrack Artists. A Weekend Affair.

He:
It's curious fact
That during the week
I simply never think of love
But the moment Friday night appears
I begin to.

She:
Tho' I always have lacked
The courage to speak
About the thing you're talking of
When the weekend comes I feel a longing
To sin too.

He:
Two brains with the same queer complex.

She:
Two hearts with a single urge,

Both:
It does seem rather fated
That we should merge.



Here we are, well matched and unattached,
In a spot beyond compare.
What a staging gor engaging
In a weekend affair.
When your system cries for exercise
And you're tired of city air
No distraction has the action
Of a weekend affair.
All through Saturday and Sunday
We can give romance a try
But the moment we awake
And see it's Monday,
"Goodbye."
And there after, when we meet again,
We'll exchange a stony stare.
What a chic end
To a weekend
Affair.