The only reason I leave on Saturdays is to dance
the night away with you and you
can talk that funny way with me,
like only little children do.
We do not belong in crowded bars,
where people smoke and drink too much.
I'm dying without you on Saturday nights,
no talking about cities and sunsets and beer
and no touching by accident.
You won't drive me home, because you fear
for a girl like me it's too dangerous alone.
Yes, it's dangerous on your own.
The only reason I leave on Saturdays is
the reason that you will give me a shot
and feel my lips without meaning to.
I miss spending my Saturdays with you.