Happy Hour Songtext
von Britta Persson

I don′t want to go to work
I don't think I was made to work
I don′t know what I was made to do
Maybe to lay down beside you

Happy hour, what it is
Extra cheap to exist
When all I need is to breathe in
While you just breathe out

Damn, I wish I was your lover
Damn, I wish I was your lover
Damn, I wish I was your lover

You can hit that drum
You make it sound like every single beat counts
And if you turn the volume up
I wouldn't dream of turning it down


Give me more, make it last
Like they sell every time
If I lose it again
I will neither worry nor hurry
'Cause love strikes when love wants

Damn, I wish I was your lover
Damn, I wish I was your lover
Damn, I wish I was your lover

You can hit that drum
You make it sound like every single beat counts
And if you turn the volume up
I wouldn′t dream of turning it down

You can hit that drum
You make it sound like every single beat counts
And if you turn the volume up
I wouldn′t dream of turning it down

You can hit that drum
You make it sound like every single beat counts
And if you turn the volume up
I wouldn't dream of turning it down