That Weekend

*As a native Bostonian, oops...if you know, ya know. Lyrics: I'm having a real bad weekend like marchin' to the guillotine All I'm feelin' is dread 'Cause you up and left me Now, I'm quotin' you in lyrics You're this (you're this) you're that (you're that) You're sorta incoherent, in fact Though I can't always decipher You were always to die for Remember that weekend? We were kissin' on the corner... Of Newbury and Exeter Oh we took a walk We talked and talked by the Charles Your glances gave me goosebumps, up and down my arms Now, I don't wanna be thinkin' But, I think, I'll start drinkin' Well, You certainly do Probably why you forget Everything you said That weekend (That weekend) Right now it's Friday, Friday But it's feelin' Sunday night Like I have a paper due That I forgot to write. I used to love Sundays, with you But now I really hate them 'Cause beginnings always have to end (Like we did) Remember that weekend? Newbury and Exeter (Kissin on the corner) Oh we took a walk We talked and talked by the Charles Your glances gave me goosebumps, up and down my arms Now, I don't wanna be thinkin' But, I think, I'll start drinkin' Well, you certainly do Probably why you forget Everything you said That weekend (That weekend) (That weekend) I've been hurt Misunderstood Everything you said Feels like a blur Mirrors and smoke But that weekend I was hopin' 'Cause you whispered Je t'aime je t'aime Remember that weekend? Newbury and Exeter (Kissin on the corner) Oh we took a walk We talked and talked by the Charles Your glances gave me goosebumps, up and down my arms Now, I don't wanna be thinkin' But, I think, I'll start drinkin' Well, You totally do Probably why you forget Everything you said That weekend (That weekend) (That weekend) Copyright © 2025 ElizaBeth All rights reserved