Sábado

There were no more than six
And one said, "Let’s go"
They danced skin to skin
Then they went out to loot

There were no more than six
And one said, "Let’s go"
They danced skin to skin
Then they went out to loot

The guy in the beige jacket
Bowed down to the king
Fake men
Smelling like a hotel

Caressing the rough
Saturday's asking for a kiss
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Turn around and kiss me
Kiss me and turn around

Six is a good number
You let yourself cry
You’re disgusted by the overalls
And with a gin, you miss it

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday

Caressing the rough
Saturday's asking for a kiss
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Turn around and kiss me
Kiss me and turn around

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday