Marc Broussard - Saturday |
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Saturday
Marc Broussard "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... Just me, just her, speak without using words, Learning her every curve... No phone, no sir, don't wanna be disturbed... There ain't nothing like sleeping 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... She's the kind of girl, that any man would fancy, Cause it's my favorite, sleeping late on a Saturday... But she's mine all mine, one of a kind, This chance, romance, baby I cancelled all my plans... Her beauty is so divine... Just me, just you, and whatever we want to do, I'm so into you... Since Monday, I ain't thought of nothing but Being right there with you... (Ooh I just want to be with you my baby...) You're my special one, make me come undone... Come Friday, I can't wait, It's so much fun... Chorus (x3)" |
