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weekend warrior - corday lyrics

50 pounds of paperweight in this pressure cooker and i know, you know how it feels
late all week but in slow motion, fake h*llos, and no one seems real

i’m startin to crack, i’m ready to break, i’m on the edge
gotta get outta here
so put on your armor, your purse and gloves
your lipstick and your heels

i got my taxi cab and my entourage and we’re walkin in
in our brand new shoes
you can hit us with your jagger bombs and your kama shots and we’ll throw em down
we got nothing to lose
let’s tear the rug and swing around, from all the chandeliers
cuz we’re princesses and we’re warriors, and if you know how that feels…

w*w*w*welcome to my weekend war
it’s friday night and i want more
i been sweet all week but god i’m bored
i’m ready to hit the club and hit the floor
calling all warriors… calling all warriors
calling all warriors… calling all warriors
calling all warriors… calling all warriors
w*w*w*welcome to my weekend war
it’s friday night and i want more
i been sweet all week but god i’m bored
i’m ready to hit the club and hit the floor
calling all warriors… calling all warriors
calling all warriors… calling all warriors
calling all warriors… calling all warriors
calling all warriors… calling all warriors
calling all warriors

- corday lyrics

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