The Heart Of Saturday Night
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Well you gassed her up
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Behind the wheel
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With your arm around your sweet one
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In your Oldsmobile
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Barrelin' down the boulevard
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You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
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You got paid on Friday
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Your pockets are jinglin'
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And you see the lights
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You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
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And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
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Then you comb your hair
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Shave your face
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Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
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All the other days
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In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
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You're reachin' your peak
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Stoppin' on the red
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You're goin' on the green
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'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
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You've ever seen
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And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
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Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
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Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
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Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
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Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
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Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
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Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
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'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
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And now you're stumblin'
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You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
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Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
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Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
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And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
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Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
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Makes it kind of special down in the core
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And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
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It's found you stumblin'
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Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
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And you're stumblin'
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Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
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The Heart Of Saturday Night
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| Diana Krall |
