Am I just your weekend woman,
Here to end your week in style,
Here to indulge your every whim,
Every once in a wee while?
Well, I'm glad you really want me,
Even just once in a while.
I'm so glad you really need me,
Even just to make you smile.
Must I stay your weekend woman,
Never straying within the week?
I'm beginning to feel downcast,
My days are becoming bleak.
How about a daily friendship,
Based upon good things in life?
What about a lasting contract,
Something like with man and wife?
Then our days will be so crowded,
We'll have trouble counting years.
Come, my heart, and hasten to me.
Let go of all your silly fears.
Must I be your weekend woman,
Here to end your week in style,
Here to indulge your every whim,
Every once in a wee while?