A Saturday night

It feels like a Sunday in some ways

If you had any sense

You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days

Be that as it may

You can't only say you were lonely

You are but a young girl

Working your way thru the phoneys



Café on, milk gone

Such a sad light unfading

Yourself you touch

But not too much

You hear it's degrading



The flowers on your stockings

Wilting away in the midnight

The book you are reading

Is one man's opinion of moonlight

Your skin is so white

You'd like maybe to go to bed soon

Just closing your eyes

If you're to rise up before noon



High heels, car wheels

All the losers are groovin'

Your dream, strange scene

Images are movin'



Your friends they are all making

A pop star or two every evening

And you know that scene backwards,

They can't see the patterns they're weaving

Your friends they're all models

But you soon got over that one

You sit in your one room

A little brought down in London



Café on, milk gone

Such a sad light unfading

Yourself you touch

But not too much

You've heard it's degrading



A Saturday night

It feels like a Sunday in some ways

If you had any sense

You'd maybe go ‘way for a few days

Be that as it may

You can't only say you were lonely

You are but a young girl

And you're working your way thru the phoneys