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 My fever's 'bout a 103; you loved me all those half mad evenings
And Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday you do bad things

You harbor secrets I'm exploring; one look at you and my heart starts pounding
And Wedensday, Thursday, and Friday you do good things

It really doesn't matter darlin'; what you're going to do tonight
It really doesn't matter darlin'; good or bad, you alwys do it right

It's not the Christmas presents you bring; or you flashing through a storm like lightning
It's that Saturdays, yes Saturday, are when you do those wild things

© 2012 - David Shapireau