Текст песни Calvin Harris - Ready For The Weekend

Counterfeit, counterfeit
 That's what you're... shouting at me
 I could run but I'd sooner have this
 And amicably
 Lick the blood stain from your finger
 Say what do you see
 Remind you that whatever you get is
 What you want it to be

 You get a feeling, that's what you choose
 And I was told there was not a minute to lose
 So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
 To find a cure for whatever state your in
 I tell my good friends 'get out the way'
 Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
 We get a thrill from clapping our hands
 We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

 Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend

 Coming back, coming back
 To a place where... I never knew
 Pushing knobs pushing faders but I
 Don't know what they do
 This reflection in my mirror
 Reminds me of you
 When I tilt it towards the sunlight
 You fall out of view

 You get a feeling, that's what you choose
 And I was told there was not a minute to lose
 So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
 To find a cure for whatever state your in
 I tell my good friends 'get out the way'
 Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
 We get a thrill from clapping our hands
 We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

 Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend