She said:

There's something

in the woodshed

And I can hear

it breathing

It's such an

eerie feeling, darling

He said:

There's nothing

in the woodshed

It's your imagination

End of the

conversation, darling

Something in his heart

told him to come clean

He was not who

he claimed to be

Something in his jeans

told him to pretend

'Twas something

for the weekend

But she said:

There's something

in the woodshed

I know because

I saw it

I can't simply

ignore it, darling

So he said:

Now baby,

don't be stupid

Get this into

your sweet head

Ain't nothing in

the woodshed except

maybe some wood

Something in his heart

told him to come clean

He was not who

he claimed to be

Something in his jeans

told him to pretend

'Twas something

for the weekend...

I'll go all the way

with you if you'll only

do the same for me...

go and see

If it's nothing

like you say

Then you can have

your wicked way

with me....

Weekend, here's

something for

the weekend

Here's something

for the weekend

Here's something

for the weekend

Here's something

for the weekend

Here's something

for the weekend

Here's something

for the weekend

Here's something

for the weekend

Here's something

for the

He went down

to the woodshed

They came down

hard on his head

Gagged and bound

and left for dead

When he woke

she was gone with

his car and all

of his money