Well, I'm running away

From this house on the hill

There's a devil inside

Sitting on the window sill And it's a wild Friday night

And I'm all on my own

I knocked on every door in town

There ain't one little girl that's home And everybody's got a date

And the ones that ain't are tired

What the hell do you do on a weekend, honey

When your heart's on fire? And you can go from Tokyo to Rome

Looking for a girl

But it looks to me like the weekend means

Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls

(Girls, girls, girls)

Have pity on me

Oh, it looks to me like the weekend means

Heartache, heartache all over the world He's got lipstick on his collar

She's got fishnets on her legs

I'm at home and I've got nothing

Just a cold and aching head There must be something dirty

Just blame it on the magazines

Don't read that trash, it'll drive you crazy

'Cause the cops invade your dreams Oh, and everybody's got a date

And the one's that ain't are tired

What the hell do you do on a weekend, honey

When your heart's on fire And you can go from Tokyo to Rome

Looking for a girl

But it looks to me like the weekend means

Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls

(Girls, girls, girls)

Have pity on me

Oh, it looks to me like the weekend means

It's heartache, heartache all over the world

(Girls, girls, girls) Tokyo to Rome And you can go from Tokyo to Rome

Looking for a girl

But it seems to me like the weekend means

Heartache all over the world Girls, girls, girls

(Girls, girls, girls)

Have pity on me

Oh, it seems to me like the weekend means

Heartache, heartache all over the world (Girls, girls, girls)

Heartache

(Heartache)

Heartache all over the world

(Girls, girls, girls)

Heartache

(Heartache)

Heartache all over the world (Girls, girls, girls)

Heartache

(Heartache)

Heartache all over the world

(Girls, girls, girls)

Heartache

(Heartache)

Heartache all over the world