And I wish I could sleep But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a week And I've been singing to my feet, yeah But I won't admit defeat til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Will come my way For your information I love my demons Cause they keep me company, yeah I've grown to love my new routine But on my better days Better days, better days
Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Enemies
And I wish I could speak We spend the last half hour in the back room Celebrating me And now I feel a little cheap, yeah But I won't admit defeat til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday It's not one of my better days Better days, better days
Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Enemies So Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more
When I grow up, woah Wanna be famous, woah And when you grow up, woah Will you still blame us
I wish I could see Ive been tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a bitch of a week, yeah
Saturday, saturday, saturday
Consider yourself one of my best friends Consider yourself one of my enemies Enemies Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
