Guess it's written on my face
God, I get so sick of this place
I gotta get up, get out, and get a life
The days run long, the nights too short
Not much time for me no more
And I'm well over due, so now I'm going to
Chourus
Let my hair down and bleach it blonde
Turn the ringer off and the engine on
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time
Yeah just one stop at the ATM
Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
Pack it up, and take a load off my mind
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time
Me and my baby get along
Got a lot of love, got it goin' on
I wouldn't let go not for anything
But there's somethin' bout how the highway feels
When you drive along on your freedom wheels
You know any destination will kill the frustration
CHORUS
Just for the weekend
Let's jump off the deep end I'm going to
CHORUS
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