Fin de Semana

I bought you the prettiest flowers at the club
I got a forty, in case a cat tries to hit on you
The money I have, girl, is to spend
Not like those guys following you around begging

Get in the truck, let's go to the beach
I don't care if it's night or dawn
Don't give me excuses, don't give me excuses
We're two people who connect with our minds

One, I call you
Two, I'm on my way
Three, we kiss and four, I top up your balance
So you can call me
I want your call
To be together all this weekend

I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I won't beg you

I live for moments, and I'm not playing around
With my intentions, I swear I love you
Pass me a drink while I light up a cigarette
As it burns, we'll be making love

Get in the truck, let's go to the beach
I don't care if it's night or dawn
Don't give me excuses, don't give me excuses
We're two people who connect with our minds

One, I call you
Two, I'm on my way
Three, we kiss and four, I top up your balance
So you can call me
I want your call
To be together all this weekend

I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I won't beg you