Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day Got my make up on my face Who am I today Is today a new day Am I in a maze With me knees to the ground, head facing down to pray While I'm a thousand miles away No time or space O preacher you're way too loud My head's spinning round Watch my gown He's dressed in black Don't let me drown Oh preacher it's way too soon It's Saturday night, a Sunday afternoon Who do I tell my stories to Is the DJ in the confession booth Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday Maybe I'll get it right one day Bodies all around hypnotized by the sound that surrounds Don't count me out Has a savior been found Spirits in my system Trying to resist them no They will not go Pour the wine slow O preacher you're way too loud My head's spinning round Watch my gown He's dressed in black Don't let me drown Oh preacher it's way too soon It's Saturday night, a Sunday afternoon Who do I tell my stories to Is the DJ in the confession booth Say nothing I been accused of my own use I'm going going so we can cure my abuse Say nothing I hold this in for my own use I'm going going so we can cure my abuse Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday (Oh preacher my feet hurt ) Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday Take my sorrow Maybe I'll get it right one day Sorrow away from me Oh it' dark baby Turn up the lights turn up the lights It's dark baby DJ turn up the lights turn up the lights I'm fallin fallin fallin into my abuse I've fallin fallin fallin again angel Oh my feet hurt I won't make it to the alter Oh preacher
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