Kat Dahlia - Saturday Sunday

Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday

Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray

Saturday Sunday Saturday SundayMaybe 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 I'm going I'm going so we can cure my abuse

Say nothing I hold this in for my own use

I'm going I'm going I'm 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

Maybe I'll get it right one day

Take my sorrow

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