She leaves me Sunday noon;
Two nights and one day
Always seems to end too soon.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
Well Sunday night ain't too bad,
Without my pretty guest;
And though I've started missing her,
I catch up on my rest.
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days.
But Monday night's a rough one,
Went back to work that day;
I come home to these empty rooms