Work For The Weekend 歌词

	作曲 : Stephen Duffy
	It was once before a time called now
	When we lazed the weeks away
	With a work of art and a pint of beer
	Was all there was to say
	For we made love in the afternoons
	On the mattresses of youth
	And I took all the rope that they gave
	And that became my noose
	Now I must wait for the weekend
	I must wait to have you
	When the streets were paved with poems
	And a salary of song
	When we never thought we'd have to work
	Or anything could go wrong
	Because there'd always be the Old King Cole
	The sovereign of our loving
	But the King was cut as was our luck
	And now the week is working
	Now the moral of this story is
	Without them you have fun
	Oh I thought the wine and roses years
	Had only just begun
	But in their world life's to short for love
	Money gives them pleasure
	And without God they have marshalled time
	Into but work or leisure
	Now I must wait for the weekend
	I must wait to have you

	zuo qu : Stephen Duffy
	It was once before a time called now
	When we lazed the weeks away
	With a work of art and a pint of beer
	Was all there was to say
	For we made love in the afternoons
	On the mattresses of youth
	And I took all the rope that they gave
	And that became my noose
	Now I must wait for the weekend
	I must wait to have you
	When the streets were paved with poems
	And a salary of song
	When we never thought we' d have to work
	Or anything could go wrong
	Because there' d always be the Old King Cole
	The sovereign of our loving
	But the King was cut as was our luck
	And now the week is working
	Now the moral of this story is
	Without them you have fun
	Oh I thought the wine and roses years
	Had only just begun
	But in their world life' s to short for love
	Money gives them pleasure
	And without God they have marshalled time
	Into but work or leisure
	Now I must wait for the weekend
	I must wait to have you

	zuò qǔ : Stephen Duffy
	It was once before a time called now
	When we lazed the weeks away
	With a work of art and a pint of beer
	Was all there was to say
	For we made love in the afternoons
	On the mattresses of youth
	And I took all the rope that they gave
	And that became my noose
	Now I must wait for the weekend
	I must wait to have you
	When the streets were paved with poems
	And a salary of song
	When we never thought we' d have to work
	Or anything could go wrong
	Because there' d always be the Old King Cole
	The sovereign of our loving
	But the King was cut as was our luck
	And now the week is working
	Now the moral of this story is
	Without them you have fun
	Oh I thought the wine and roses years
	Had only just begun
	But in their world life' s to short for love
	Money gives them pleasure
	And without God they have marshalled time
	Into but work or leisure
	Now I must wait for the weekend
	I must wait to have you

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