Letra de Weekday Girl

Getting your feet wet
With approaching summer
In pictures of reflective oceansA blinding sun
Yet still you whisper
It′s only a picture
They're only pictures

Twisted, skewed and faded
The smoke between my mouth
And the summer is late
Yet my feel still burn on pavement
Leaving me moaning
It′s only a whisper
And the summer is late

I'm not your weekday girl anymore
No more it's Tuesday night, I′m bored
Let′s get some cold shots babe
And do sneak into that park
I can't go all night like before

Trust me when I say I′m bored
I smoke some weed and stare at the floor
We lack that self-control
Let's pick up lots more blow
Fuck work I′ll sleep when I'm dead

More dingers tonight in my mixed drink
More dingers tonight in my beer

I′m not your weekday girl anymore
No more it's Tuesday night I'm bored
We lack that self-control
Let′s pick up lots more blow
Fuck work I′ll sleep when I'm dead