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They were no more than six
And one said now!
They danced clothes to clothes
They went out to loot

They were no more than six
And one said now!
They danced clothes to clothes
They went out to loot
The one in a beige suit
Bowed before the king
Simulated men
With a hotel smell

Caressing the rough
Saturday asks 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 allow yourself to cry
You're disgusted by the overall
And miss him in jeans

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday

Caressing the rough
Saturday asks for a kiss
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Turn around and kiss me
Kiss me and turn around

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday