Black Night Satellite - Four Weeks

Every four weeks I go out there
I brush my teeth and I comb my hair
I'm filled with hope
It hasn't been a year yet
Hands' shaking and I haven't spilled my beer yet

My mind is running a race with one leg
One hope one goal ain't too proud to beg
I begged, I plead
Please come home with me
Cause I won't see you for about four weeks

Every four weeks you come see me
You look so fine you should be on tv
I tried to think but your eyes made me dumb
You make me feel so good my face goes numb

The rums got me spacey so I touch your face
And put my hand around your waist
I said I want a taste
As we try to dance I listen to the floor squeak
But all i'm thinking is i'll have to wait four weeks

Written by:
Daniel Deacon

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