[Verse 1]
It's Saturday night and it feels like a Sunday
In some ways, yes it does
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away
For a few days, yes you would
Be that as it may, you can only say
You are lonely, yes you can
You are but a young girl walking your way
Through the phonies
[Bridge]
Coffee's all milked down
Such a settle un-un-viting
Yourself you touch, but not too much
You hear that it's degrading
[Verse 2]
The flowers on your stockings
Wilting away in the midnight, yeah
And the book that you are reading
One man's opinion of fool-like
And your skin so white
You ought maybe go to bed soon
You're just closing off of your eyes
If you want to rise up before noon
It's Saturday night and it feels like a Sunday
In some ways, yes it does
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away
For a few days, yes you would
Be that as it may, you can only say
You are lonely, yes you can
You are but a young girl walking your way
Through the phonies
[Bridge]
Coffee's all milked down
Such a settle un-un-viting
Yourself you touch, but not too much
You hear that it's degrading
[Verse 2]
The flowers on your stockings
Wilting away in the midnight, yeah
And the book that you are reading
One man's opinion of fool-like
And your skin so white
You ought maybe go to bed soon
You're just closing off of your eyes
If you want to rise up before noon
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