And I wish I could sleep
But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a week
And I've singing til I faint, yeah
But I won't admit defeat til
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
When you come by
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
Oh 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
And 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
Oh enemies
Show a little skin and make a million
For a little soul and make a million more
A million more
When I grow up, woah
I wanna be famous, woah
And when you grow up, woah
Will you still blame us
And I wish I could see that
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
Oh enemies
Show a little skin and make a million
For a little soul and make a million more
Show a little skin and make a million
For a little soul and make a million more
compositores: Aled Phillips, Andrew William Sheehy, Iain Prasad Mahanty, Joel Fisher, Philip James Jenkins
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