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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