 Saturday night , cigarettes.
your going out with the boys who create regrets.
bananna hanging round her neck.
a checkered flag and a crowd who's singing.
save.....us......from
this life of 9 to 5 , 4, 3, 2, 1 night left for us to feel alive.
so why not do it forever.
harmonicas and tambourines.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines.
her chelsea clothes and brooklyn dreams.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines.
say many yes and say many no.
were put to loud and your lights are bit to low.
she never needed a cameo.
until the chain-gang started to sing.
save.....us......from
this life of 9 to 5 , 4, 3, 2, 1 night left for us to feel alive.
so why not do it forever.
harmonicas and tambourines.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines.
her chelsea clothes and brooklyn dreams.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines.
harmonicas and tambourines.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines.
her chelsea clothes and brooklyn dreams.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines.
harmonicas and tambourines.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines.
her chelsea clothes and brooklyn dreams.
were living in her head but dying in her magazines
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