Текст песни Saturday's Girl - YATTE

Home from work I wanna
Throw off my shoes and lay back for awhile
Pour a drink and remember
The shape of her face and her smile
And sleep until tomorrow night

She's got it
She keeps me thinkin' bout her
I hope to God I time this right
A half-wit
Is what I must be
To be convinced I can control her

Saturday's girl
She comes around at night
An angel in your home
But you'll never know the next time you can get her on the phone
Oh Saturday's girl
She'll treat a sinner right
She'll dance before the throne
Just when you're feeling lucky
She will leave you all alone

Is she really gonna be here tomorrow
Can't trust what she says
But just the chance that we'll get it together
Takes over my head
I hope to God I'll be alright
I can't quit
She keeps me thinkin' bout her
I probly should just live my life
I admit
That I know this is the wrong way
But lord this is my saturday

Oh Saturday's girl
She comes around at night
An angel in your home
But you'll never know the next time you can get her on the phone
Oh Saturday's girl
She'll treat a sinner right
She'll dance before the throne
Just when you're feeling lucky
She will leave you all alone

Saturday's girl
She comes around at night
An angel in your home
But you'll never know the next time you can get her on the phone
Oh Saturday's girl
She'll treat a sinner right
She'll dance before the throne
But just when you're feeling lucky
She will leave you all alone

Oh Saturday's girl