Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
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Saturday Looks Good to Me
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Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
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Saturday Looks Good to Me
I've forgotten everything you said
But your voice spins circles inside my head
You keep walkin' away and I keep followin' you
And it's hard to say no
Underneath the mistletoe
You get no relief
You kissing me slow
And I'm gritting my teeth
It's just no way to be
You hear it all night
Down the street
The sound of the night
The sound of the beat
It gets in your dreams
When you're trying to sleep
It isn't even real
But a window that's open in your mind
You can't keep in all the atmosphere
And you can't block out all the things you hear
I've been thinking 'bout the things you said
And I just can't seem get it out my head
You keep getting so cruel, and I keep fallin' for you
And I don't understand why you're so mean
You yell at the wall, you're yelling at me
I don't hear at all and I can't see
Why you even try
And it's hard to say no
Underneath the mistletoe
There's no relief
You only get one chance
So you better not sleep
Try before you die
I've been listening to the things you said
But I just can't get it through my head
You been acting so cool, I've been fallin' for you
Mistletoe was written by Fred Thomas.
Mistletoe was produced by Fred Thomas.