Ready For The Weekend – Calvin Harris – letras

(Calvin Harris)Counterfeit, counterfeitThat’s what you’re shouting at meI could run but I’d sooner have thisAnd I make her bleedLick the blood stain from your fingerSay what do you see?Remind you that whatever you get isWhat you want it to beYou want it to beYou get a feeling, that’s what you chooseAnd I was told there was not a minute to loseSo if you’re waiting, jump out your skinTo find a cure for whatever state your inI tell my good friends get out the way!Of all the lightning hitting the trees todayWe get a thrill from clapping our handsWe find the nearest girl(and ask her to dance)(Mary Pearce)(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekendWeekend, weekend, weekend …(Calvin Harris)Coming back coming backTo a place where, I never knewPushing knobs, pushing fadersbut I don’t know what they doThis reflection in my mirror, reminds me of youWhen I tilt it towards the sunlight, you fall out of viewYou fall out of view!You get a feeling, that’s what you chooseAnd I was told there was not a minute to loseSo if you’re waiting, jump out your skinTo find a cure for whatever state your inI tell my good friends get out the way!Of all the lightning hitting the trees todayWe get a thrill from clappin our handsWe find the nearest girl(and ask her to dance)(Mary Pearce)(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekend(Ouuw) I put on my shoes and I’m ready for the weekendWeekend, weekend, weekend …