Dirty Weekend — текст песни (Rod Stewart)

(Rod Stewart / Gary Grainger)

You book the hotel I`ll pack the bags honey
You phone the airlines I`ll call a cab
When will you return well that all depends
Just tell your mother that you`re staying with friends
Cuz I know that you`re my best friend`s girl
But it`s the weekend I don`t give a hell

I`ll bring the red wine you bring the ludes
Your mother`s doctor must be quite a dude
We`ll hang the `Don`t Disturb` outside our door
I`m gonna rock you till your pussy`s sore

Oh my sweet Diana I can`t wait for the manana
There`s a hotel down in Mexico just made for two
But I don`t think you trust me and I can`t say I blame you
My reputation precedes me you ain`t never gonna leave me

Soon as we get there I`ll go check in
Mr and Mrs Smith of Abilene
You get naked honey I`ll get down
I`m gonna chase you around
and `round and `round and `round
You say you can`t stand monotony
I say what happened to fidelity
Dirty weekend made for two
Just me and you honey
I wanna love that can last for ages
not the trash you`ve been giving to strangers

Don`t want to make your two big brothers brothers annoyed
Do you think you`ll get the polaroid?