there's a night in the week when the freaks all meet and the girls get into flashy clothesnyou got a drink in your hand, you're lookin to party but you feel like nobody knowsnthis temporary meaning doesn't reach an end until you find the special onenthe drama's the same, the bills are insane, and the irony burns your tonguennthese are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bednnthere's a place uptown where the spirits are down but nobody admits a thingna toned down place where happiness is king but tragedy has a better ringnthere's the boy you won't kiss and the girl you sexed, i wonder if they know you're therenjust drink twelve shots and forget-me-nots and nobody will really carennso get my coat little dapling, i think that it's time to gonlet's sneak out through the backdoor because nobody can know (know)ni wanna be back in the bedroom where time never seems to passni wanna lay down in my bathroom and feel okay at lastnnthese are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bednni'll look stunning cuz the night is comingnnnights of the week, the nights of the weeknnights of the week, the nights of the week (these are the)nnthese are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed