My Saturday Lyrics

Whoah, Whoah, La, La la la la la la

Yeah I gotta admit it's been a while

But I've been looking for sugar in the cinnamon aisle

You passed me by in that dress

I looked at myself I was such a mess

And I wondered where you kept yourself

As I blankly stared at an empty shelf

A young man asked if I was lost

All I could think was "What's this cost"

He glanced past me over my shoulder

Said cost doesn't matter you can't afford her

He was cracking his fingers as he walked away

The musical score for my Saturday

Whoah, Whoah, La, La la la la la la (my Saturday)

Yeah I gotta admit it's hard to smile

But it takes less effort than to chat a while

It's cold outside and the road's a mess

You had a salt ring on the edge of your dress

So I made my way back off the shoulder

Of this road in my head blocked by a boulder

Salt and Cinnamon molded in clay

Another recipe for my Saturday

Ohhh, Ohhh, The days they come and go

So easily to let yourself, fall into the flow

And ohhh, ohhh, the year's can overlay

A tapestry of forgotten time

The decor of my Saturday, my Saturday

Ohhh ohhhh, my Saturday

Ohhh ohhh, my Saturday

Ohhh ohhh, my Saturday

Ohhh ohhh, my Saturday

My Saturday, My Saturday