Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We only make it work on the weekend
We know that
We could never make it work on a weekday, and that's saying something
[Verse 2]
And when the smoke machine descends I'll say goodbye to all my friends, they get it
And I'll catch your eyes through all the lasers shooting lines across the players, we get in close
[Verse 3]
But you
You're my party woman
I guess it's true
You're my party woman
[Verse 4]
Now I look around like I need it
When I know I don't want the morning
But right now it's all I'm feeling
So I give it like I know how to move
[Verse 5]
And then the dopamine surrounds us
The circumstance has found us again
And so we fall into the taxi
Getting started on the backseat just like last time
Nobody else but me and you
[Verse 6]
You're my party woman
I guess it's true
You're my party woman
[Verse 7]
You're my party woman
I guess it's true
You're my party woman
[Verse 8]
Nobody else but me and you
Written by: Benjy Gibson, Charlie Pitts, Fred Gibson, Henry Wilson, Louis Fulford-Smith, Tim Raben
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