歌词

Hear your mother on the telephone Important people happy people on Everywhere there's scattered magazines Shooting red from colours yellowine Any day of the week, when Saturday comes Any day of the week, she's almost gone Hiding pictures of her takeaway Only laughing on a Saturday Tomorrow's Sunday special radio Warning her the danger's long ago Any day of the week, when Saturday comes Any day of the week, she's almost gone Such an independent girl Think you've got what it takes If you won't sit down next to me Girl, that's my mistake Teenage bop form a nervous holiday Attracting lips from a hidden stowaway Telegramd go-gos got her yesterday Shocking tears will never go away Any day of the week, when Saturday comes Any day of the week, she's almost gone Any day of the week Any day of the week Any day of the week, when Saturday comes
Writer(s): John Joseph O'neill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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