Weekend's Over — Tommy Sparks

Oh lover, lover, lover, lover please You cut my, cut my, cut my, cut my needs I'm begging, begging, begging, begging you please to let go

I lost my mind and I lost my feet I got them back with the city beat

I lost myself and I lost my sense so what so what

Is there anybody here When the weekend's over Weekend's over (2X)

Is there anybody here

Oh brother, brother, brother, brother no We're dressing fancy but it's just a show You've got a voice and you let them know So let's go

I took a photo and I sent it to you You haul it back guess that's me and you I feel it in my bones and I feel it in my heart You move like a dancer, yeah, you do it like a dancer

Is there anybody here When the weekend's over Weekend's over (3X)

Is there anybody here

And yeah it takes just a little bit of time Running round and round Trying to remember

And when you give just a little then you get just a little bit more Of her time Of her time

Is there anybody here When the weekend's over Weekend's over (4X)