As the week goes by
I grow more and more impatient.
Wishing the weekend would come.
So I can be with you once more.
Hanging with you at
the old picnic table.
The weekend is my favorite time.
I'm so happy when they come.
And so sad when they go.
My dad brings me to the park.
He thinks I want to go for the fresh air.
But really I want to go to see you.
(To My girlfriend Marggrett. I Love You <3)