I Hate Saturdays Lyrics

It’s a stale sunny May
Everything seems fake
You act the paramour
But you’re an amateur
It’s the end of a long day
Time to coin my own phrase

I just hate Saturdays
I am so out of place, all the time
It’s such a sad parade
And you’re the king of parlays, ahahah
I just hate Saturdays

Pretty girls with dogs
They know how to walk
Red jellybean cheeks
And they act so sweet
It’s the end of a long day
Time to coin my own phrase I just hate Saturdays
I am so out of place, all the time
It’s such a sad parade
And you’re the king of parlays, ahahah
I just hate Saturdays

You are dressed to the nines
You pretend all is fine
It’s the end of a long day
Time to coin my own phrase

I just hate Saturdays
I am so out of place, all the time
It’s such a sad parade
And you’re the king of parlays, ahahah
I just hate Saturdays

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