It\'s came that lovely time of the week
I love so much I can barely speak
A short wee dander down the street
As I walk my heart races in the summer heat
I arrive, open the door and patiently wait
Twiddle my thumbs and contemplate (running)
My name appears before my eyes
I take a breath and slowly rise
Enter another room, and there she\'s sat
Good morning Renzi , \'brief chitchat\'
The needle goes in with a nip to the touch
Oh the weekly bloods I love so much