Saturday lyrics

And I wish I could sleepBut I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheetsIt's been a weekAnd I've singing til I faint, yeahBut I won't admit defeat tilSaturday, Saturday, SaturdayWhen you come byFor your informationI love my demonsCause they keep me company, yeahI've grown to love my new routineBut on my better daysBetter days, better daysConsider yourself one of my best friendsConsider yourself one of my enemiesOh enemiesAnd I wish I could speakWe spend the last half hour in the back roomCelebrating meAnd now I feel a little cheap, yeahBut I won't admit defeat tilSaturday, Saturday, SaturdayAnd it's not one of my better daysBetter days, better daysConsider yourself one of my best friendsConsider yourself one of my enemiesOh enemiesShow a little skin and make a millionFor a little soul and make a million moreA million moreWhen I grow up, woahI wanna be famous, woahAnd when you grow up, woahWill you still blame usAnd I wish I could see thatBut I'm tired, down, dirty i
n these borrowed sheetsIt's been a bitch of a week, yeahSaturday, saturday, saturdayConsider yourself one of my best friendsConsider yourself one of my enemiesOh enemiesShow a little skin and make a millionFor a little soul and make a million moreShow a little skin and make a millionFor a little soul and make a million more