"Saturday Night, Sunday Morning [Extended Version]" as written by Mitch Bottler and Norma Helms....

SATURDAY NIGHT, SUNDAY MORNING
Thelma Houston

We're fooled by first impressions
They're not always true
You thought that I was made out of ice
But I caught on fire with you

I sparkled for a moment
Then I flickered out
I couldn't feel the flame any more
But darlin' I'm feelin it now

Took such a long time to convince me
You could fill that empty space
But Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face
Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face

Sunlight is streaming
Thru the open window
While you're dreaming in my arms
Took such a long time to convince me
You could fill that empty space
But Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face
Saturday night is shining

This is the real thing
Look at me beaming with love
Saturday night is shining
On my Sunday morning face


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"Saturday Night, Sunday Morning" as written by Norma Helms Mitch Bottler

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