"Saturdays" as written by and Nelly Furtado....
Hot motel
Stuffy inside
I know well
This eleven walls
Hot black tar
I tan my legs
Rest my heart
And dream of the city

Magazine and diet coke
I'm not a joke
This is me
Damaged leg
Heavy cart
Plastic cups
Linen mart

Rock garden
Where I used to play
People stare
Part of their day
Coffee break
Lunch at noon
Pumpernickel steak
Green and orange room

Done my list
I Make my way
To help my mother
End her day
Fresh cut grass
Parking lot
We roll on out
We got a lot

We're on our way
Roll the windows down
And scream out loud
We're tired now

Take it home
Stop on the way
To the bakery
For some fruit and cake
Home I lay
After a shower clean
I hit my head
And I dream


Lyrics submitted by Brutin

"Saturdays" as written by Nelly Furtado

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    General CommentIt's a very funny song. I like the goofyness of the version they those to put on the album.
    Tyler2004durdenon February 23, 2005   Link
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    General CommentI really love this song. It's got such a nice feeling about it, especially the one they put on the albumn. It's just like 'yeah, this is my life, this is my day- and that's alright'.
    Pieroton April 15, 2006   Link
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    General Commentlove it!
    ga306on April 02, 2008   Link

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