Roxette – Here Comes The Weekend (Ukulele)

           Em             G
    Every shape, of every word you say,

           D                        C
    that breaks the silence of an ordinary day.

           Em                 G
    Every look, that seems to mistify,

           D                         C
    every single smile that sends me to the sky.

              C                    (C)
    Makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide

                       Em                  (Em)
    'cause you're the only one, makes me come alive.

                  C
    It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.

        Am            D
    It only goes to show, that

              G                     Em
    Here it comes, here comes the weekend.

                       C
    And I'm on my own again,

                            Am     D
    with a saturday in the rain (yeah yeah)

              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.

                                    C   D
    The fine line from pleasure to pain.

                 G  Em         C D         Em C D Em C D
    Is making me cry, when will I see you again.

           Em           G
    Every breath, every vision you make,

           D                        C
    every chance of love, you love to take.

           Em                 G
    Every move, that seems to alter my world,

           D                         C
    every dream I've had about this boy and this girl.

                   C
    Oh it makes me wanna run, makes me wanna hide

                       Em                  Em
    'cause you're the only one, who makes my love alive.

            C
    Time is running fast into a new goodbye.

        Am            D
    It only goes to show, that

              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.

                                   C
    Another walk down that lonely lane.

                                  Am     D
    Another sunday that feels the same. (Hehe)

              G                     Em
    Here is comes, here comes the weekend.

                                    C   D
    The fine line from pleasure to pain.

                 G  Em         C D            Bm Em Am D Bm Em C G D F
    Is making me cry, when will I see you again.

           G
   Here it comes, here it comes, Yeah

    Em  C  D
To the end, ending on Em.