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I wish I could sleep But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a week And I've been singing to me feet, yeah But I wont admit defeat 'til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday.. For your information I love my demons 'Cause they keep me company, yeah I've grown to love my new routine But on my better days, better days, better days.. Consider yourself one of my best friends, Consider yourself one of my enemies.., enemies.. I wish I could speak, We spent the last half hour in the backroom celebrating me And now I feel a little cheap, yeah But I won't admit defeat until Saturday, Saturday, Saturday.. It's not one of my better days, better days, better days Consider yourself one of my best friends, Consider yourself one of my enemies.., enemies.. So show a little skin and make a million, Bare a little soul you'll make a million more (So show a little skin and make a million, Bare a little soul you'll make a million more) When I grow up, woah oh Wanna be famous, woah oh And when you grow up, woah oh Will you still blame us.. I wish I could sleep, But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a bitch of a week, yeah Saturday, Saturday, Saturday.. Consider yourself one of my best friends, Consider yourself one of my enemies.., enemies.. So show a little skin and make a million, Bare a little soul you'll make a million more (So show a little skin and make a million, Bare a little soul you'll make a million more) |