The Boomtown Rats — Sweet Thing

Sweet thing You make my gums bleed You're my pretty thing Because I love you I'm gonna love you on Monday You're the start of my week Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Man, we're hitting a peak But I love you best on Friday 'Cause you're my weekend freak My little sweet thing They're beaming hope out, baby, on the local airwaves So tune into the one that offers hope and can save you I love you in the morning when I wake and you're shaving Oh, my sweet thing A-whoa, whoa, whoa A-yeah, yeah, yeah We're going to keep on driving 'Til the end of the night It's hopeless but I'm helpless You're the beam in my light There's a rumour you're a tumour on my lovestick, alright My little sweet thing I'm gonna call the cops up 'cause it just isn't right The world looks so much better When I've got you in my sights Tear up all those old plans And let's light up that night My sweet thing