It's saturday night it feels like a sunday in some ways
If you had any sense you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may you can't only say you are lonely

You are but a young girl and you're working your way
Through the phoneys


Coffee on all the milk's gone
Such a sad light and fading
Yourself you touch but not too much

You've heard it's degrading

High heels all those car wheels

All the losers are groovin'
Your dreams such a strange scene
Images are moving


You put the coffee on and all the milk's gone
Such a sad light and fading

Yourself you touch but not too much
Certain people tell you it's degrading


It's saturday night it feels like a sunday in some ways
If you had any sense you would maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may you can't only say you're lonely

You are but a young girl and you're working your way
Through the phoneys