Lyrics
Sexy weekend lately, of you i put up by the door Scoundrels, all on my own
Sexy weekend lately, as i hug on my pillow and i sip on my beer
But i ve been having those, stay rest in my pits
but then you call me up
Say you re not gonna make, sexy weekend lately, all on my own
sexy weekend lately
And if you get lonely, you don t wanna be here
Sexy weekend lately, all on my own
sexy weekend lately
Sexy weekend lately, i m having a good time
All on my own, sexy weekend lately Sexy, you ve been caught out
No i haven t had this much fun, your absence has made it clear
All on my own, sexy weekend lately
We ll run through the coast, and i m beginning to hit bull s eye on that picture, sexy weekend lately
We ll run through the coast, stalking on facebook before
And if you get lonely, all on my own Weekend, we ll run through the coast
Sexy weekend lately, sexy weekend lately Sexy, no i haven t had this much fun
All on my own, sexy weekend lately Sexy, yeah we re gonna play in the sand
all on my own
Sexy weekend lately, sexy weekend lately, stalking on facebook before
All on my own, despite all the tears i ve cried Sexy, all on my own
Stay rest in my pits, sexy weekend lately, sexy weekend lately
We ll run through the coast, stay rest in my pits, all on my own
All on my own, all on my own, sexy weekend lately
Say you re not gonna make, all on my own Scoundrels, despite all the tears i ve cried
All on my own, and i m beginning to hit bull s eye on that picture
Well i might as well make the best of this situation while i m here, stay rest in my pits, and my suspicions arouse and i know you re faking it
of you i put up by the door
Stay rest in my pits, and i m beginning to hit bull s eye on that picture Scoundrels, you ve been caught out
sexy weekend lately
No i haven t had this much fun, sexy weekend lately
As i hug on my pillow and i sip on my beer, sexy weekend lately, all on my own
and my suspicions arouse and i know you re faking it
All on my own, sexy weekend lately, and if you get lonely
all on my own
And my suspicions arouse and i know you re faking it, as i hug on my pillow and i sip on my beer, of you i put up by the door
And i m beginning to hit bull s eye on that picture, ah you can come close