The Saturday Boy
Lyrics
I'll never forget the first day I met her That September morning was clear and fresh The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes And the way she rubbed herselffull lyrics...
I'll never forget the first day I met her That September morning was clear and fresh The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes And the way she rubbed herselffull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentationpunk influences
folk influences
major key tonality
electric rhythm guitars
brass instrument solos
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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While she was giving herself for free And we'd sit together in double history twice a week To find out the meaning of unrequited I'll never forget the first day I met her I just made the first team laugh and she never came to the phone As I walk down her street, but I never made the first team At a party to which I was never invited And la la la la la la la la la, means I love you The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes The times we were close, were far and few between But that was all that I ever tasted And I hide my humble hopes now She lied to me with her body you see Songwriter: Billy Bragg We dreamed of her and compared our dreams A girl not old enough to shave her legs Soft and sweet and I stare up at her window And the way she rubbed herself Thinking back she made us want her Against the edge of my desk And it's surprising how quick A little rain can clear the streets I lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted She was always in the bath In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen I never understood my failings then She danced with me and I still hold that memory That September morning was clear and fresh And some days we'd walk the same way home Publisher: CHRYSALIS MUSIC She became a magic mystery to me In the end, it took me a dictionary Did she close her eyes as I did when we held each other tight?



