Saturdays Lyrics - Folklore - Nelly Furtado

Hot motel 

Stuffy inside 

I know well 

This eleven walls 

Hot black tar 

I tan my legs 

Rest my heart 

And dream of the city 

Magazine and diet coke 

I'm not a joke 

This is me 

Damaged leg 

Heavy cart 

Plastic cups 

Linen mart 

Rock garden 

Where I used to play 

People stare 

Part of their day 

Coffee break 

Lunch at noon 

Pumpernickel steak 

Green and orange room 

Done my list 

I Make my way 

To help my mother 

End her day 

Fresh cut grass 

Parking lot 

We roll on out 

We got a lot 

We're on our way 

Roll the windows down 

And scream out loud 

We're tired now 

Take it home 

Stop on the way 

To the bakery 

For some fruit and cake 

Home I lay 

After a shower clean 

I hit my head 

And I dream