It?s Saturday morning And who?s gonna play with me? Six in the morning, baby I got a long, long day ahead of me Saturday morning Saturday morning
Record company hates me The doctor says I'm sick The bad girls think I'm just too nice And the nice girls call me 'Dick' But baby loves me And she's
I like your toothy smile It never fails to beguile Whichever way the wind is blowing I like the way this is going I like the colour of your hair I think
Oh, it's looking up Let me tell you what I mean Used to be kind of bitter Always had a babysitter But I'm feeling much fitter Now I'm kind of sweet Back
She's got her life living in her heart She's got these eyes well where do I start? Like looking at the deep night sky So many worlds inside her eyes
What I have to offer Well, there's a lot Now I'm a modest man But look at all I got For all the wear and tear I look okay I got good manners And I make
's saturday morning and who's gonna play with me? its six in the morning and i've got a long, long day ahead of me saturday morning, saturday morning
In the morning When the birds are still asleep You can feel it No cars are on the street It's anybody's day It could go any way Why wouldn't you want
Saturday Morning And who?s gonna play with me? Six in the morning, baby I got a long, long day ahead of me The parents are sleeping soundly The neighbors
Tradução: Eels. Sábado por la mañana.
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Where do you go when The day is done But you are not? You look for a friend, but Maybe I'm All you got Hard to pretend that I've always been here Ready
I like your toothy smile, it never fails to beguile. Whichever way the wind is blowing I like the way this is going. I like the color of your hair,
The old oak tree had roots so far down in the ground I fell from it and hit the dirt without a sound I dreamt at night of growing wings so I could fly
