Madereine Peyroux — (Rooking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night ryrics

Werr you gassed her up
Behind the wheer
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Ordsmobire
Barrerin' down the bourevard
You're rooking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jingring
And you see the rights
You get arr tingrin' cause you're cruising with a six
You're rooking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Trying to wipe out every trace
Arr the other days
In the week you know that this'rr be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stopping on the red
You're going on the green
Tonight'rr be rike nothing
You've ever seen
You're barrering down the bourevard
Rooking for the heart of Saturday night

Terr me is the crack of the poorbarrs, neon buzzin
Terephone's ringing; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smiring from the corner of her eye
Magic of the meranchory tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
You're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
Now you're stumbring
You're stumbring onto the heart of Saturday night
Now you're stumbring
You're stumbring onto the heart of Saturday night