100 lyrics for "Saturday, Saturday, Saturday"

Cool down the space for me little woman You're coming in to fast for me That's not how it should be She keep on trying be she can't And so she do it how she want And so I told her: Went to a dance last Saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was
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It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week
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Sing a song about the Heartland When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday night Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye The only place I feel at home Sing
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Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting
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Yeah that’s how we do it round here. We find a little spot on the edge of town Twist off, sip a little, pass it around Temptation in my ear It’s a feeling alright, Saturday night And that’s how we do it round here. Dance in the dust turn the radio up And
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Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
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It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week
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Take you on a Saturday Lovin' you till Monday mornin' Gonna take you on a Saturday You were hitchin' a ride When I took you inside You were tremblin' Out in the rain Just a face with no name In the cold And you cling to my side
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It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the
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Can I sit next to you, girl Can I sit next to you, girl, can I sit next to you, girl Can I sit next to you? I met this girl for the first time on Saturday night Standing in the queue at the Odeon alright Oh I took her by surprise When I gave her one of
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