We work all week long
And Lord knows
We live for the weekends
By Wednesday I'm planning
What I'm gonna wear
To surprise him

Cause if it's champagne and candles
Or a drive-in and cokes
In a crowd or all alone
I know how Saturday night will end
And I can hardly wait till we're back home

From Saturday night
To Sunday quiet
When it's woman and man time
And the curtains are drawn
From Saturday night
To Sunday quiet
From the good times in town
To soft sheets and gowns
And we're all alone

Sometimes unplanned
Some good friends drop in
On the weekend
Then we're part of the crowd
And the laughter is loud
With people talking

But when the music is low
He whispers, "I love you"
And makes me think of things to come
Cause after all the last goodbyes
I know at last we'll finally be alone

From Saturday night
To Sunday quiet
When it's woman and man time
And the curtains are drawn
From Saturday night
To Sunday quiet
From the good times in town
To soft sheets and gowns
And we're all alone

From the good times in town
To soft sheets and gowns
And we're all alone