While the world lives for the weekend
I live for the weekday
Monday can’t arrive soon enough for me
So that I can set my eyes
On the girl of my dreams
And the weekend is spent
Thinking about the ensuing week
Planning and plotting
for the opportunity I seek
For letting her know
How I feel
Opportunities galore
Have come and gone
Missed chances
By the score
But the tides will turn
The inhibitions will burn
And soon one day
My diffidence I will spurn
And while the world lives for the weekend
I shall too
To spend time with her
In the cafes by the day
And the city streets by the night
Whispering sweet nothings to each other
Up to the sweet dawn of light
