Paroles de la chanson Saturday par White Reaper

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Paroles de la chanson Saturday par White Reaper

Thank you much for calling me
But my hand's already trembling
I'm just trying to politely
Ask you to excuse my misbehavior

I brought too many drinks with me
And a ten ton bucket of gasoline
But I'm dressed for the occasion
So I'm staying till it's done, until I'm thrown

And I don't think people here mess around
Saying we both need to get outta here
Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four
Really do got to go

Oh, these old stairs have turned on me

And my boots untied and unclip my wings
I'm just tryin to arrive in such a manner
So as not to look alone
Oh, well I do

And I don't think people here mess around
Saying we both need to get outta here
Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four
Really do got to go

Don't get caught up in all ???
If you can't let go

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