Kat Dahlia
Kat Dahlia - Saturday Sunday lyrics
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[Chorus] Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday? Poppin' shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day Got my makeup on my face, who am I today? Is today a new day? Am I in a maze? With my knees to the ground, head facing down to pray While I'm a thousand miles away No time or space Oh preacher, you're way too loud My head's spinning 'round Wash my gown It's drenched in black, don't let me drown Oh preacher, it's way too soon Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon? Who do I tell my stories too? It's a DJ in the confession room Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday? Poppin' shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day Bodies all around, hypnotized by the sound that surrounds Don't count me out, as the saviors been found Spirits in my system, trying to resist 'em, no They will not go, pour the wine slow Oh preacher, you're way too loud My head's spinning 'round Wash my gown It's drenched in black, don't let me drown Oh preacher, it's way too soon Is it Saturday night or Sunday afternoon? Who do I tell my stories too? It's a DJ in the confession room Say nothing I've been accused of my own use I'm going, going, so it can cure my abuse Say nothing I'll hold us in for my own use I'm going, going, so it can cure my abuse, abuse Is it Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday? Poppin' shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday, Sunday, Saturday, Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day Take my sorrow, sorrow away from me Oh it's dark baby Turn up the lights, turn up the lights Oh it's dark baby DJ turn up the lights, turn up the lights I'm falling, falling, falling in my abuse I'm falling, falling, falling, again, angel, angel My feet hurt I won't make it to the water Oh preacher