I don’t know why I rung you?
I just think to hell with it
Bell ya and tell you what I’ve got in mind
But I know what you’ll say
“Have you seen the time?”
I know you’re thinking it
Could wait till morning but I
I got really messed up now I’m trying
To be coherent telling you why
Cross my heart and I hope to die
There’s no one here at this party
So now I’m coming back home to you
I’m so drunk but I love you
Monday and Friday and Sunday through
Today and tomorrow and yesterday too
And I don’t care who knows
I don’t wanna mess around
I love you, love you, love you I’m
Sorry that it’s so late but
Please can I make things up
And you made some of your
Oh when I’m here with you
I wanna watch the room spin with you
Oh babe, I wanna slow dance
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad
I wanna feel, I wanna feel
WRITERS
Dimitri Tikovoi, Thomas Rowley, Daniel Evans, Clement Aubert, Jon McClure