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
And 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