Weekender Baby

Yearning Echoes: Decoding the Weekender's Dance
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Lyrics

One, two, three, four, five coffee

Counting coffee cups, possibly indicating passing time or anxiety.

No, no he still hasn't called me

Expressing disappointment or longing for a call that hasn't come.

Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies

Counting whiskies, suggesting coping with stress or emotional pain.

I know he won't

Anticipating that he won't call, accepting the situation.


I checked my watch, my phone

Checking time and communication devices, seeking reassurance.

Why, why won't you prove me wrong?

Questioning and hoping for evidence to prove doubts wrong.

I checked my pulse, wondering

Checking pulse, indicating emotional intensity or anxiety.

Which one has gone?

Reflecting on loss or change, uncertainty about what has changed.


'Cause I've got a weekender baby

Repeating the phrase "Weekender baby" as a refrain or identifier.

Weekender baby

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Weekender baby

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One, two, three, four, five rings

Counting rings, possibly waiting for a response or connection.

You used to be so quick to pick up

Noting a change in responsiveness, a slower reaction to calls.

Six, seven, eight, nine knocks

Counting knocks, expecting someone at the door, reinforcing presence.

I know you're there

Expressing certainty that the person is present or available.


It seems too easy, to trick me all week

Feeling deceived or manipulated throughout the week.

And then come Friday

Pointing to a specific time (Friday) as a turning point or escape.

He's off to play

Describing the person's behavior as playing a role, becoming "King of the streets."

"King of the streets"

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'Cause I've got a weekender baby

Repeating the refrain, emphasizing the partner's preference for wandering over being home.

Who from Friday noon

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Weekender baby

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To Sunday eve

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Weekender baby

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Would rather roam

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Than be at home with me

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One, two, three, four, five coffee

Repeating earlier themes, suggesting a cyclical pattern of disappointment and longing.

No, no he still hasn't called me

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Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies

-

I know he won't

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I checked my watch, my phone

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Why, why won't you prove me wrong?

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I checked my pulse, wondering

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Which one has gone?

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'Cause I've got a weekender baby

Reiterating the refrain, reinforcing the partner's inclination to roam rather than stay home.

Who from Friday noon

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Weekender baby

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To Sunday eve

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Weekender baby

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Would rather roam

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Than be alone with me

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