The Weekend

What is this, what is you
What is me, what is time
In my Vans, at the Standard
Taking shots, biting limes
Back in school for the winter
But we're not gonna cry
I've got you in my dorm bed
So to hell with life

You're my American dream on a windowsill
Too young to care but too old to be chill
Either it was you or the night magic
But I found your love and I let it kill

'Cause the champagne has got us believing
You are my love on the weekend, yeah
Now I'm believing
You are my love on the weekend, yeah

Who are we, if we're not
In our heads, extreme
Take my drugs, take my number
Tell me I'm your queen
There are nights we get dirty
But I still feel clean
It's surreal how my heart melts for you
Like Dolly

You're my American dream on a windowsill
Too young to care but too old to be chill
Either it was you or the night magic
But I found your love and I let it kill

'Cause the champagne has got us believing
You are my love on the weekend, yeah
Now I'm believing
You are my love on the weekend, yeah

One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Now the sun's up
I just wanna get lost in your love buzz
One, two, three, four
Solo cups up
I just wanna get lost