Saturdays

You leave me all alone; you've got your nerve; I guess you got your way
You're walking out the door; I guess there's nothing much for me to say.
Our past, it doesn't mean a thing; it's all a joke; it's just another day.
And, you've got your Saturdays; you've got your Saturdays to play.

You're here for good; I guess the deal that we made is gonna stay.
You're locked inside my house; my jealousy will show you the way.
I love you very much; I think I'll keep you 'til my dying day.
And, you've got your Saturdays; you've got your Saturdays to play.

Every other day of the week, you're mine.
You'll have to enjoy it; you don't have much choice when you're mine.
Every other day of the week, you're mine.
But on your day to play, just be back by nine.

Just be back by nine.
Just be back by nine.
Yeah!

You leave me all alone; you've got your nerve; I guess you got your way.
You're walking out the door; I guess there's nothing much for me to say.
Our past, it doesn't mean a thing.
It's all a joke; it's just another day.
And, you've got your Saturdays; you've got your Saturdays to play.
You've got your Saturdays; you've got your Saturdays to play.
You've got your Saturdays; you've got your Saturdays to play.
Hey!