(Ha! Just look at him.
Look at the way he's walking towards me)
He think's he's Mister Perfect
He thinks I'm really mad about him
We went out yesterday
But I just couldn't talk to him
Oh he ain't got no style
Got nothing I can see
And when the week is over
I think he'll find it's gonna be
It's gonna be, it's gonna be
It's gonna be a long lonely weekend
He's always after me
Keeps calling on the phone
And after work each day
He wants to walk me home
Oh he ain't got no style
Got nothing I can see
He thinks we're going away this weekend
I think he'll find it's gonna be
It's gonna be, it's gonna be
It's gonna be a long lonely weekend
He's got his looks
He's got his body
But I ain't impressed with that
I like honesty
And he ain't got that
It's gonna be, it's gonna be
It's gonna be a long lonely weekend
I had to tell him straight
Look guy, you're not for me
He wiped away the tears
His eyes looked straight at me
And I said, you ain't got no style
Got nothing I can see
I've already found someone else
I think you'll find your life is gonna be
It's gonna be, it's gonna be
It's gonna be a long lonely weekend
It's gonna be, it's gonna be
It's gonna be a long lonely weekend
