I’ve got sickness in my stomach and the bad taste in my mouth
These insane holidays have gone far away now
My body’s still longing to hold you close
But my sense’s telling me to drop it c’mon

The moonlight shines brightly
But the fire in your eyes is dim
Press ctrl+alt+delete to reset
It’s the only chance to win

You say you don’t like weekends
Again at the party I lost my earrings
We come home apart
I don’t wait for your call
Our midnight conversations
Have expired at once with your credit card
Love account is closed

Working week is ending soon
It’s Friday and it’s the day of the full moon
We’re making plans where to spend our weekend days
Keeping us sick with bad weather and pleasure delays

And the power of moonlight we know it too well
in the dark night we pretend we’re charmed by a wicked spell

You say you don’t like weekends
Again at the party I lost my earrings
We come home apart
I don’t wait for your call
Our midnight conversations
Have expired at once with your credit card
Love account is closed

Coming home late at night
Put “Room Service” to play
Something queer about all this… Do please, explain