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there's a night in the week when the freaks all meet and the girls get into flashy clothesyou got a drink in your hand, you're lookin to party but you feel like nobody knowsthis temporary meaning doesn't reach an end until you find the special onethe drama's the same, the bills are insane, and the irony burns your tonguethese are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bedthere's a place uptown where the spirits are down but nobody admits a thinga toned down place where happiness is king but tragedy has a better ringthere's the boy you won't kiss and the girl you sexed, i wonder if they know you're therejust drink twelve shots and forget-me-nots and nobody will really careso get my coat little dapling, i think that it's time to golet's sneak out through the backdoor because nobody can know (know)i wanna be back in the bedroom where time never seems to passi wanna lay down in my bathroom and feel okay at lastthese are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bedi'll look stunning cuz the night is comingnights of the week, the nights of the weeknights of the week, the nights of the week (these are the)these are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed From Letras Mania