Yeah, I'm love struck And my heart stuck on you (you-ooh-ooh) I just do stuff to get my one track mind off of you (off of you) off of you It's a crying shame and I really I hate to loose (loose) loose I don't picture frames 'Cause they're empty like I feel without you (without you) without you But I never felt better, must be all this hot weather Caught me with my tongue out Looking at her bum never Going out, out (out) For the weekend I'll be back Sunday afternoon Yeah, we out, out (out) For the weekend Coming back Sunday afternoon Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah Sunday afternoon I'd admit it come clean, tell the truth if it was me But it was you (I come clean) It was you (it was you) Not my fault you stayed at home, I swear I even asked you if you want to (if you want to) Try calling but it keeps breaking up (Try calling but it keeps breaking up) Don't ask me, I really don't remember much (I don't remember much) But I never felt better, must be all this hot weather Caught me with my tongue out Looking at her bum never Going out, out (out) For the weekend I'll be back Sunday afternoon Yeah, we out, out (out) For the weekend Coming back Sunday afternoon Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah Sunday afternoon ooh-ooh-ooh-ah Sunday afternoon