NINE O'CLOCK ON A SATURDAY
Nine o'clock on a
Saturday
She plays her music
Her cat plays.
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She knows I got to
Go away
We talked, she cried, she
Had her say.
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I never told her
I would stay
She got her hopes up
Anyway.
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ECHO
She plays her music
Her cat plays
Nine o'clock on a
Saturday.
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Too few like her
Nowadays
She loves, she cries, at
Night she prays.
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Her scheming don't work
So she says
Her will gets too much
In the way.
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ECHO
I never told her
I would stay
Nine o'clock on a
Saturday.
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I might return some
Of these days
Stumbling bloody on
Feet of clay.
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Maybe her music she
Will replay
Nine o'clock on a
Saturday.
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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.
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