Kids In Glass Houses Lyrics

4. Saturday

I wish I could sleep
But I'm tied down, dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a week
And I've singing to my feet, yeah
But I won't admit defeat til
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
Oh 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 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
Bare 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?

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
Oh enemies
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

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