Lyrics Good Thread - Edgar Hurley

It's four in the morning
Saturday night
Red wine love blind
Now the fruit's gone too ripe
Beneath
That Tuscan sun

That naked pink lady
Charged with the fight
Talking with arrows
And daggers for eyes
You'd ask me
If I'd ever felt that way

Friday is calling
I'm selling my tunes
I'm pedalling my woes yes to big empty rooms
Drowning myself
With a lover or two

A moment of summer
In the spring of when we met
A dazzling bright sunshine
It shines off my man
You ask me if I'd
Like to take this dance

My Tuesdays are lonely
Your money making moves
You rain down my main man
There's no one else but you
No you'll never know boy
All that you do to me
No I'll never have it no
I'll never have it as good as this

It's four in the morning
Saturday night
Oh what a joy
That my man is by my side
There is no where else
Where I'd rather be
No you'll never know boy
All that you do to me

It's four in the morning
Saturday night
Oh what a joy
That my man is by my side