Lyrics:
Saturdays
Here's a pact to bring it back as long as it can stay
Oh, time for the Swooce Hour now
Intern will ruffle his brow
Sing Sheena Easton so loud
Oh,
pants away
I'm playing the piano
'Til my fingers' like bananas
And it hurts me so
But I have to keep up playing
Through the day and through
got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off
to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off the building like the fall guy
Caved in the grave
somebody shoot off a (yeah)
Couple of guns in the distance, and somebody rattles some tin cans or
Something, and that's about all. So, it's very quiet
somebody shoot off a (yeah)
Couple of guns in the distance, and somebody rattles some tin cans or
Something, and that's about all. So, it's very quiet
tickets to see Sheena Easton
The monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores
He couldn't sit still
tickets to see Sheena Easton
The monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores
He couldn't sit still
the antidote
You look seven kinds of juicy
Like a slice of cantaloupe
You rock the Sheena Easton cause, girlfriend
You got the look and no, I am not teasin'
You
peeling
Raindrops are dripping through cracks in the ceiling
It's red with rust
But Sheena doesn't mind
Cause she cleans up quite alright
When she's high
she's in need
How I'm gon sleep
When I know it's no peace no love so cold out here in these streets
And I swear so it's cold out you hang meat
And from
And the heats on
Then you be strong
To get the beast on
So When the feast's on
Sheena Easton
9-5 I decide I provide
The ride that I collide
Wit ya
Now smile for
Sheena Easton, Tina Turner and the Rose
They are oh so lovely but to you they won't get close
And a voice inside me kept on saying: go ahead
There's
them
Drippin in that sauce like it's Polynesian
Now she on her knees, I ain't even Jesus
Once I hit her, send her home like I am a Easton
I thought she
Shea and Sheena are real fine people I should really have them by
Always folding up paper ideas just to see them fly
It's nice to have these little
Had our times but
We all real so we'll make it through the hurt
Grow out the dirt and this isn't just a verse
This **** make my blood pump therapeutic
a dead body?
Ask the community, the community
'Cause the community will stand by you
And do its best job to provide you
With a sacrificial vessel for
On an electrical beach
Plagued by the thought
That a bird cannot smile
Why rent when you can own your own washer and dryer for $225 each? Put it on your Sears
Say it isn't so
She told you she'd love you forever
Had intentions on another
Say it isn't so
Just as soon as the ring was on her finger
She ditched
and me ruin it now (ooh whoa ooh whoa ooh whoa)
That's where we met
Like a winter dream and I bet
I wasn't the first and I won't be the last
Underneath
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
Isn't it love
Isn't it love
Isn't it time we stop concealing
Isn't it love
We don't have to love by the rules
So baby enjoy it
Bein' a fool for
Doing too much
Words cut tension like I'm swinging samurai swords
Irked by a world, my son Easton growing in
I could see he could see the war
Heart
true, everything that you know is real, is real
Why then why, everything feels so unreal, so unreal
I feel it all isn't real, I feel it all isn't real
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