NINE O'CLOCK ON A SATURDAY

Nine o'clock on a
  Saturday
    She plays her music
      Her cat plays.

She knows I got to
  Go away
    We talked, she cried, she
      Had her say.

I never told her
  I would stay
    She got her hopes up
      Anyway.

ECHO
She plays her music
  Her cat plays
    Nine o'clock on a
      Saturday.

Too few like her
  Nowadays
    She loves, she cries, at
      Night she prays.

Her scheming don't work
  So she says
    Her will gets too much
      In the way.

ECHO
I never told her
  I would stay
    Nine o'clock on a
      Saturday.

I might return some
  Of these days
    Stumbling bloody on
      Feet of clay.

Maybe her music she
  Will replay
    Nine o'clock on a
      Saturday.

ECHO
I might return some
  Of these days
   Stumbling bloody on
    Feet of clay
     Maybe her music she
      Will replay
       Nine o'clock on a
          Saturday.
© 2000 by Michael J. Farrand


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