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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Vocals
Martin McKinney
All Instruments
Illangelo
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Carlo Montagnese
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
Producer
Matthew Acton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Martin McKinney
Producer
Illangelo
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
If, all I could say is if
Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin
Like the wrong pill
Promise me when they all love you that you'll remember me
When you fuck them, you'll see my face
My body is yours
Every Thursday
[Verse 1]
It seems like pain and regret
Are your best friends
Ooh, oh, yeah
'Cause everything you do leads to them, right?
Right, right
Yeah, but baby, I could be your best friend
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
And baby, I could fuck you right, ooh-whoa
[Chorus]
Baby, you could have it all, ooh-yeah
Baby, you could have it all, ooh-yeah
Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes, the jewels, the sex, the house
Baby, you could be a star, ooh-yeah
Baby, you could have it all
Baby, you could have it all
Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes, the jewels, the sex, the house
Baby, you could be a star
[Verse 2]
Whoa
Blaming all your sins on your best friends
Ooh, oh-yeah
And nothing's never, ever your fault
And nothing's your fault baby, no
Well, baby, you don't need your best friends, whoa
Yeah, 'cause I got everything you want, woo, ah-yeah
[Chorus]
Baby, you could have it all, ooh, baby
Baby, you could have it all, ooh-yeah
Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes, the jewels, the sex, the house
Baby, you could be a star, baby, you could be a star
Baby, you could have it all, ooh
Baby, you could have it all, ooh-yeah
Baby, you can have the cars, the clothes, the jewels, the sex, the house
Baby, you could be a star, oh, yeah
[Bridge]
If, all I could say is if
Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin
Like the wrong pill
Promise me when they all love you that you will remember me
When you fuck them, you'll see my face
My body is yours
Give them any other day but Thursday
You belong to me
Every Thursday
I'll wait for you
I'll be beautiful for you
Every Thursday
I exist
Only on Thursday
[Outro]
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday (Ooh)
I love the guitars
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Martin McKinney