Just another Saturday..folding clean laundry..The Acoustic Cafe on the radio
playing softly..this campus is so quiet tonight..."they're throwing roses at your feet, but they're the thorny ones" sings the
singer..I feel like lighting a candle..what does Saturday night have in store, if I
decide to dress up and go out?..what would I miss if I curled up with a good
book?..put the books away and come out and play, whispers Saturday night, all
painted fingernails and perfume..OK, can you give me till the stroke of midnight,
Saturday night?..and keep all your promise and magic for me?..yes, I may try you
again even though you have disappointed me too many times...springing eternal
on a Saturday night...
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