Текст песни Saturday

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 me feet, yeah
But I wont admit defeat 'til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday..

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..

I wish I could speak,
We spent the last half hour in the backroom celebrating me
And now I feel a little cheap, yeah
But I won't admit defeat until Saturday, Saturday, Saturday..
It's not one of my better days, better days, better days

Consider yourself one of my best friends,Kids In Glass Houses - Saturday - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kids-in-glass-houses/saturday-lyrics.html
Consider yourself one of my enemies.., enemies..
So show a little skin and make a million,
Bare a little soul you'll make a million more
(So show a little skin and make a million,
Bare a little soul you'll make a million more)

When I grow up, woah oh
Wanna be famous, woah oh
And when you grow up, woah oh
Will you still blame us..

I wish I could sleep,
But I'm 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..
So show a little skin and make a million,
Bare a little soul you'll make a million more
(So show a little skin and make a million,
Bare a little soul you'll make a million more)