I heard it a while ago
It should’ve felt good
Please don’t care
“I miss you, babe”
I can see through your realistic
But fake words now
Who’s the boss? I'm the boss
I say it
Before someone
Tells me
Whenever I wanna stop
You switch off your phone
Whenever it’s a bad time
I’ve had enough
It’s too much
I don’t want your love at the weekend
I don’t need your love at the weekend
On Monday
Don’t talk like nothing happened
Forty-eight hours left
I spend the time alone
But feel gloomy
This pretty little missy
Decides quickly
You’re with that girl, aren’t you?
Off your phone
You thought I wouldn’t find out?
It’s too much
I don’t want your love at the weekend
I don’t need your love at the weekend
On Monday
Don’t talk like nothing happened
Even if you call me again and again
No!! Yeah
Your excuses will get you nowhere
No!! Yeah
I don’t want your love at the weekend
I don’t need your love at the weekend
On Monday
I don’t want your love at the weekend
I don’t need your love at the weekend
On Monday
Don’t talk like nothing happened
Writer(s): Hiten Bharadia, Allan Eshuijs, Nathan Vincent Duvall
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