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After the weekend
She calls, she cries, she begs again
And asks to come back
After she partied, drank, got lost in her head
There's no way, she comes back
Looking for me
Today is Monday and soon the phone will ring
I’ll pick it up
Just to say
I don’t want you back

I stopped being a fool
From Monday to Friday
I give you affection
On the weekend
She disappears, tricks me
Leaves me all alone

I stopped being a fool
From Monday to Friday
She comes and satisfies me
I’m so needy
But sick of love
I don’t want it anymore