Sábado À Noite
Xand Avião
Saturday Night
Your repertoire of excuses I know well
When it ends, you try to shift the blame
Without argument, the way out is to raise your voice
And say you don't want to argue
Of your mistakes, I guarantee the worst
Is thinking I'll always be here
On Saturday night, you may find
A thousand mouths to console you
But when Sunday afternoon comes
You'll remember me and miss me
Then you'll look for me
Again, you'll want to come back
And I won't
I won't come back
Your repertoire of excuses I know well
When it ends, you try to shift the blame
Without argument, the way out is to raise your voice
And say you don't want to argue
Of your mistakes, I guarantee, I guarantee the worst
Is thinking I'll always be here
On Saturday night, you may find
A thousand mouths to console you
But when Sunday afternoon comes
You'll remember me and miss me
Then you'll look for me
Again, you'll want to come back
And I won't
I won't
On Saturday night, you may find
A thousand mouths to console you
But when Sunday afternoon comes
You'll remember me and miss me
Then you'll look for me
Again, you'll want to come back
And I won't
I won't come back
Your repertoire of excuses I know well
