Your momma...
Saturday morning, nothing to do
I lost my mind or else I'd think of you
I'm going crazy, put on the shelf
I only hope that I can contain myself
Call me restless, being alone
Called in breathless by the phone
And I'm searching for the key
But I don't know what that means
Saturday morning, nothing to do
I lost my mind or else I'd think of you
I'm going crazy, put on the shelf
I only hope that I can contain myself
And I'm waiting for your call
Dissipated, it's all your fault
I know you won't, so I don't
Command myself to work inside
Saturday morning, nothing to do
I lost my mind or else I'd think of you
I'm going crazy, put on the shelf
I only hope that I can contain myself
(Some parts may have been heard wrong)

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