She comes here Friday night,
She leaves me Sunday noon;
Two nights and one day
Always seems to end too soon
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days
Well Sunday night ain't too bad,
Without my pretty guest;
And though I've started missing her,
I catch up on my rest
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days
But Monday night's a rough one,
Went back to work that day;
I come home to these empty rooms
She's still four nights away
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days
By Tuesday night I'm doubting,
I'll see her ever again,
And wondering if throughout the week
There's other gentlemen
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days
Wednesday night is half-way
Just two more nights to go
Instead of time a'flying by
It's dragging on too slow
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days
By Thursday night I'm hopeful,
And I stock up food and wine,
Anticipating her return
I clean up this place of mine
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days
On Friday night I'm eager,
The night I've waited for,
To hear her footsteps in the hallway,
Her little knock upon my door
She comes on weekends,
Then she go her separate ways;
Until she's in my arms again
I count the nights and days