Love Myself on the Weekend - Coyot & ALMA

I'll love you on the weekends With your tired eyes Leave before sunrise I don't want to stay Tryin' to keep out of the deep end This is where the love dies I got you tongue tied Enough for you to stay 'Cause I just want your body, oh Enough to make my heart go cold I'm not trying to love you over me (over me) Just touch and make my body go Places it's never felt before I'm not trying to love you over me If you want to know me Come on boy just show me What it is I'm missing It's been way too long Just don't get your hopes up If I don't pick my phone up I'm just being honest You're not the only one I'll love you on the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend (weekend, weekend, weekend) I'll love you on the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend 'Cause I just want your body, oh Enough to make my heart go cold I'm not trying to love you over me (over me) Just touch and make my body go Places it's never felt before I'm not trying to love you over me If you want to know me Come on boy just show me What it is I'm missing It's been way too long Just don't get your hopes up If I don't pick my phone up I'm just being honest You're not the only one I'll love you on the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend (weekend, weekend, weekend) I'll love you on the weekend Weekend, weekend, weekend

I'm holding out When I pass your house I'm waiting on the weekend I'm waiting on the weekend I contemplate the words To make you feel safe and sound Waiting on the weekend I'm waiting on the weekend Will we ever meet again? Will you be stood waiting, right for your train? Tomorrow, waiting on the weekend Are you waiting on the weekend? Waiting on the weekend I spend four days messin' 'round in my head Could she be my lover or is this pretend? Till then I'm waiting on the weekend I'm waiting on the weekend Waiting on the weekend She always looks so sad, and I don't know why And all I wanna do is ask But I just walk by, by So maybe on the weekend Maybe we could speak then I'm waiting on the weekend now

Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine, she's in my mind I hear her callin' See the lonely boy out on the weekend Trying to make it pay Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up From her big brass bed Now I'm running down the road, trying to stay up Somewhere in her head The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine she's in my mind I hear her callin' See the lonely boy, out on the weekend Trying to make it pay Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say

Todo lo que sueño es tan dulce Tan dulce como tú Sueño con cositas tan lindas Tan lindas como tú Todo lo que ansío es delicias Delicias para ti Sueño en las más bellas caricias Que darte con amor Quiero tenerte cerca, y en un abrazo unirnos Y así pedirte que estemos toda la vida Alma con alma, labios con labios Todo lo que sueño es tan dulce Tan dulce como tú Sueño con cositas tan lindas Tan lindas, lindas como tú Quiero tenerte cerca, y en un abrazo unirnos Y alma con alma, ¡siempre vivir! Quiero tenerte cerca, y en un abrazo unirnos Y así pedirte que estemos toda la vida Alma con alma, labios con labios Todo lo que sueño es tan dulce Tan dulce como tú Sueño con cositas tan lindas Tan lindas, lindas como tú Quiero tenerte cerca y en un abrazo unirnos Y alma con alma- ¡Siempre vivir!

Cuando canto chacarera Qué lindo es ver que la bailan Se alegran los corazones Churita fiesta del alma Hay un bombo, una guitarra Y un patio lleno de amigos Acompañando la farra Cantan los gallos y grillos Una simple y una doble Alguna llena de flores Y otras que matan las penas Para olvidar desamores Cuando canto chacarera Qué lindo es ver que la bailan Se alegran los corazones Churita fiesta del alma Desenfundo un Re mayor El arco de un violinero Y me devuelve el sonido La infancia de mis recuerdos Con mi Tata y mi Mama Leña de buena manera Tamal, humita, empanada Caliente sobre la mesa Siempre la acuyico mano Al lado 'el horno de barro El vino se hace mas dulce Cantando con mis hermanos Cuando canto chacarera Qué lindo es ver que la bailan Se alegran los corazones Churita fiesta del alma