There's a pretty girl all alone, crying in her double She's blowing up her boyfriend but he ain't picking up the phone There's a whiskey talking guy and he's stirring up some trouble I bet ten bucks he'll throw up in the Uber ride back home There's a sash wearing white veil tearing up that empty dance floor And one that's had too many, who's swearing just one more
It's the same story, different Saturday night We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night Same old story
Well a dive bar is a dive bar, no matter where you're sitting For every broken heart, there's a broken bathroom latch Somebody's anchored down, somebody's bar stool slipping Someone's kissing on a stranger, somebody's smoking out back
It's the same story, different Saturday night We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night Same old story
It ain't the kind of thing that's written in the stars Yeah, it's the stuff you can't make up that's written in the bars
Yeah, It's the same story, different Saturday night We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday Same story, different Saturday night We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night Same old story Every Saturday night Same old storyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
