Marc Broussard
Saturday lyrics
Songwriters: Broussard, Marc; Smith, Ty; Ramsey, Andrew
I gotta little thing comonna kaya
Cool sheets, real fine, lay me down in the hot july
I wish I may, I wish I might be next to you every night
No phone, no sir, don't wanna be disturbed
Just me, just her, speak without using words
Learning her every curve
[Chorus]
There ain't nothing like sleepin late on a Saturday
Waking up to see my baby's face
You know I wouldn't wanna have it
Have it any other way
Cause it's my favorite, sleeping late on a Saturday
She's the kind of girl that any man would fancy
But she's mine all mine, one of a kind
Her beauty so devine
This chance, romance, baby I cancelled all my plans
Just me, just you, whatever we want to do
I'm so into you
[Chorus]
Since Monday I ain't thought of nothing but
Being right there with you
(Ooh I just want to be with you my baby)
Come Friday I can't wait
You're my special one, make me come undone
It's so much fun
[Chorus]
Saturday lyrics © Music Of Combustion; Songs Of Windswept Pacific
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