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 I make her bleed
 Liquid 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.
 
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend x4
 
Coming back coming back
 To a place where, I never knew.
 Pushing knobs, pushing faders,
 But I,don't know what to 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.
 
Oooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend