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Saturdays - Nelly Furtado |
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Date: | 11/04/2008 02:20 pm |
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Nelly Furtado - Saturdays - 2003
Hot motel Stuffy inside I know well This eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city
Magazine and diet coke I'm not a joke This is me Damaged leg Heavy cart Plastic cups Linen mart
Rock garden Where I used to play People stare Part of their day Coffee break Lunch at noon Pumpernickel steak Green and orange room
Done my list I Make my way To help my mother End her day Fresh cut grass parking lot We roll on out We got a lot
Oh, we're on our way Roll the windows down And scream out loud We're tired now
Take it home Stop on the way To the bakery For some fruit and cake And home I lay After a shower clean I hit my head And I dream |
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