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It's Saturday night it feels like a
Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may you can't only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl and you're working your way
Through the phoneys
Coffee on all the milk's gone
Such a sad light and fading
Yourself you touch but not too much
You've heard it's degrading
High heels all those car wheels
All the losers are groovin'
Your dreams such a strange scene
Images are moving
You put the coffee on and all the milk's gone
Such a sad light and fading
Yourself you touch but not too much
Certain people tell you it's degrading
It's Saturday night it feels like a
Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense you would maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may you can't only say you're lonely
You are but a young girl and you're working your way
Through the phoneys
