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The Saturday Boy
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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 herself
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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 herself
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentation
punk 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?