Madeleine Peyroux - (Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night lyrics

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Well you gassed her up

Behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one

In your Oldsmobile

Barrelin' down the boulevard

You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday

And your pockets are jingling

And you see the lights

You get all tinglin' cause you're cruising with a six

You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair

Shave your face

Trying to wipe out every trace

All the other days

In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday

You're reachin' your peak

Stopping on the red

You're going on the green

Tonight'll be like nothing

You've ever seen

You're barreling down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin

Telephone's ringing; it's your second cousin

Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core

You're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before

Now you're stumbling

You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night

Now you're stumbling

You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night