Kids In Glass Houses - Saturday lyrics

rate me

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

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