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Lucky Boys Confusion

Saturday Night

 

Saturday Night

(álbum: Throwing The Game - 2001)


As usual I'm late
What's the difference? I see the same faces
My attitude is plain
Just the same as the vibe in this place is
I'm shaking hands and smiling
Lying, about where I've been lately
The tensions multiplying
And I'm dying to leave

It's Saturday night and the party's crawling
Did you hear the ringing? It's the bottle calling
Week after week, this is where I'm ending up
It's Saturday night, I'm already stumbling
Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
Third weekend in a row now we've broken up
I'm quickly losing interest
I really hope I find it
This room is like a bottle
It's never full enough

These rumors start to fly
Spreading lies which alcohol induces
I'm sick and tired of waiting
You're out of beer and I'm out of excuses
Are you checking what you're starting? I beg your pardon?
What do you got up your sleeve?
The queen of melodrama
And I'm dying to leave

It's Saturday night and the party's crawling
Did you hear the ringing? It's the bottle calling
Week after week, this is where I'm ending up
It's Saturday night, I'm already stumbling
Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
Third weekend in a row now we've broken up
I'm quickly losing interest
I really hope I find it
This room is like a bottle
It's never full enough

I got a disease of overanalyzation
It's making hard to hold a conversation
People step, expecting proclamations
But I'm saying it, but I'm saying it with this exclamation
This ain't my scene and it's Saturday night
I'm going to the reggae bar, they got it going on
And don't believe rumors you've heard
'Til you see me dropping the word, right

It's Saturday night and the party's crawling
Did you hear the ringing? It's the bottle calling
Week after week, this is where I'm ending up
It's Saturday night, I'm already stumbling
Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
Third weekend in a row now we've broken up
It's Saturday night and the party's crawling
Did you hear the ringing? It's the bottle calling
Week after week, this is where I'm ending up
It's Saturday night, I'm already stumbling
Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling
Third weekend in a row now we've broken up
It's Saturday night and the bottle's calling
It's Saturday night and the bottle's calling
It's Saturday night and the bottle's calling
It's Saturday night and the bottle's calling
Wah!

feito

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