Saturday (Live)

I wish I could sleep But I'm tied down Dirty in these borrowed sheets It's been a week And I've singing to my feet, yeah But I won't admit defeat 'til Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Well, come my way 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 spеnd the last half hour in the back room Celеbrating me And now I feel a little cheap, yeah But I won't admit defeat 'til 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 and make a million more Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more When I grow up, woah I wanna be famous, woah And when you grow up, woah Will you still blame us? I wish I could sleep I've been tied 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 and make a million more Show a little skin and make a million Bare a little soul and make a million more