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Saturday Baby


 

Oh, my love, my

Saturday baby, the weekend

Brings an end to my weakness.

It’s never enough to see you

Beside me, but all things aside,

You’re here, my dear, my

Saturday baby.

 

It’s been too long, my

Saturday baby; I wish that

Today could last just a day longer.

Already I miss you as we speak,

Don’t speak--why haven’t I kissed you

Already, I’m not ready to leave, my

Saturday baby.

 

Good morning and goodnight, my

Saturday baby, seven times over at least,

To make up for a week of mere friendship.

Not walking hand in hand or tangled against

Lockers--if loving you is wrong, lock me up--

Let’s make up for every lonely moment, my

Saturday baby.


 

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J. E. Cramer

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