It was a Saturday. I came home early drunk with love. And other things. I must confess I love it all. . Pretend that I can hardly wait. To wipe that smile off of your face.
My love don't comfort me. She toys with my sincerity. On that I can depend. . Yeah, I've found that nothing's straight. My twisted mind is bent all out of shape.
Down around the corner. Lives a naughty little girl. Who clicks her tongue. I love the way she talk. . She pay no attention. Knows I'm one of them sad boys.