Saturday

I wish I could sleep, but I'm tied down

Dirty in these borrowed sheets

It's been a week, and I've been seein' to my feet, yeah

But I won't admit defeat till Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Well, 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

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 till 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, whoa

And when you grow up, whoa

When you grow up, whoa

Will you still blame us?

I wish I could sleep, but I'm tied 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 and make a million more

(Show a little skin and make a million)

(Bare a little soul and make a million more)