Saturday Night

Wake up in another weekend daze
I've got a feeling that I've been here before
I'm hyped up, but there's nothing to amaze
I need a lift as I head out the door

Race down to the shops, but I'm too late
Looks like I'm having spinach again
Kick back and hope it's worth the wait
But I know it's just the same in the end

A plastic bag just spun across my feet
There's something different in this city street

Step up for a night on the town
It's only seven-thirty, but you're spinning around
I'm gonna break out from the cinema crowd
I'll try and start a conversation but the music's too loud

You've got your hands up, twenty shots in a row
You hashtag your feelings, but I don't wanna know
I'll catch the last train before they turn on the lights
It's another week gone, I'm another stuck in Saturday night

Make-up and straighteners on the bed
I don't get it, but they say it's called fashion
Fake jewels and lipstick that's so red
I'd call it brash, but the label says 'passion'

Glass of wine in hand, you're dressed to kill
With heels like that, I don't doubt it could happen
Phone a cab, lost your purse to pay the bill
Nothing changes, but it still gets you flapping

A trashy magazine next to your seat
It's something like 'Hello!' or maybe 'Heat'

Step up for a night on the town
It's only seven-thirty, but you're spinning around
I'm gonna break out from the cinema crowd
I'll try and start a conversation but the music's too loud

You've got your hands up, twenty shots in a row
You hashtag your feelings, but I don't wanna know
I'll catch the last train before they turn on the lights
It's another week gone, I'm another stuck in Saturday night

A static charge if ever we would meet
There's something different in our city beats

Step up for a night on the town
It's only seven-thirty, but you're spinning around
I'm gonna break out from the cinema crowd
I'll try and start a conversation but the music's too loud

You've got your hands up, twenty shots in a row
You hashtag your feelings, but I don't wanna know
I'll catch the last train before they turn on the lights
It's another week gone, I'm another stuck in Saturday night
It's another week gone, I'm another stuck in Saturday night
It's another week gone, I'm another stuck in Saturday night



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Ambrose
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