1 Meaning
Add Yours
Follow
Share
Q&A
Battlestations Lyrics
Hi, this is 329-7895
I'm afraid that I would be away for the next two or three days
But please leave your name and number with my office
And I will get back you at the weekend
Please speak after the tone
You ask too much of me
You try my patience
Your tongue, it's like a razor
You choose your words like weapons
Here we go, battlestations
I never have the guts to let you look inside
I don't think you'd appreciate the things that I hide (oh)
Monday was the worst day
And Friday wasn't my day
But Wednesday was the best day
Because on Wednesday night we made love, love, love
All I'm trying to give you is a good time, honey
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby, when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in bed
Than we ever do in bed
You don't know how much I hate that answer phone
Are you standing there?
But, you won't pick up the 'phone
Why lie to my face?
(When you can buy a tape machine
That gives me bullshit in your place, baby)
Today I did something I thought I'd never do
I opened up your diary and read about you
Monday was the worst day
And Friday wasn't my day
But Wednesday was the best day
Because on Wednesday night we made love, love, love
All I'm trying to give you is a good time, honey
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby, when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in bed (yeah)
Than we ever do in bed
Monday was the worst day
Wednesday we made love
And Friday, ooh, but
Saturday, is today, is what I'm thinking of, uh-huh
Come in baby, come in close
Take off your designer clothes
'Cause you know what I'm thinking of
Do you remember me? Do you remember us?
Do you remember love?
All I'm trying to give you is a good time, baby
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in (bed)
All I want to give you is a good time, honey
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in bed
La première fois tu m'as fait beaucoup rire
Tu étais si mignon et tu joues du piano
Maintenant, mon meilleur ami, c'est l'argent
Au revoir, chéri
Au revoir, mon amour
I'm afraid that I would be away for the next two or three days
But please leave your name and number with my office
And I will get back you at the weekend
Please speak after the tone
You try my patience
Your tongue, it's like a razor
You choose your words like weapons
Here we go, battlestations
I don't think you'd appreciate the things that I hide (oh)
And Friday wasn't my day
But Wednesday was the best day
Because on Wednesday night we made love, love, love
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby, when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in bed
Than we ever do in bed
Are you standing there?
But, you won't pick up the 'phone
Why lie to my face?
(When you can buy a tape machine
That gives me bullshit in your place, baby)
I opened up your diary and read about you
And Friday wasn't my day
But Wednesday was the best day
Because on Wednesday night we made love, love, love
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby, when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in bed (yeah)
Than we ever do in bed
Wednesday we made love
And Friday, ooh, but
Saturday, is today, is what I'm thinking of, uh-huh
Take off your designer clothes
'Cause you know what I'm thinking of
Do you remember me? Do you remember us?
Do you remember love?
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in (bed)
All I want to give you is a good time, honey
Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head?
Used to be your baby when you had no money
Now we spend more time in battle than we ever do in bed
Tu étais si mignon et tu joues du piano
Maintenant, mon meilleur ami, c'est l'argent
Au revoir, chéri
Au revoir, mon amour
Add your song meanings, interpretations, facts, memories & more to the community.
this song means this man had a good relationship with a french chick but then as soon as she got some money from him, she acts like a complete jerk to the point where everyday with her sucks and he wants to figure her out even to the point of searching through her diary. every so once in a while they get it on but then she leaves him in the end.