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I love my Saturday night,
It's late Saturday night,
When I met you
You left me waiting,
You left me debating
Well, what's it gonna be?
She means everything to me,
She's got a positive I.D.
She left me scratching,
Game, set, and matching
Just tried to keep it low key,
She means everything to me
What a stunner on a runner,
She's a high risk policy
In a critical condition,
He's a victim in the sea,
When it's from the heart,
You think you've got it made
When there's nothing ventured,
Then there's nothing to be gained
I know,
She means everything to me
I know,
She's got a positive I.D.
It's the age of miracles,
Just wait and see
Coz I've been picking up messages,
On E.S.P.
Got a peace killing an a passion plague,
When there's nothing ventured then there's nothing to be gained
You can't have it all,
You have to wait
Has she vanished or been banished,
Like a runaway train?
You read her her rights,
Send her on her way
It's the only option you could really take,
Cupid's arrow never it me, somehow it ricocheted
Well I know,
She means everything to me
And I know,
She's got a positive I.D.
What a stunner on a runner,
For a circuit grand prix
I could have sworn,
Insisted on
It must have been a bad dream
Left my bedroom window open,
She's girl I'll never leave
I love my Saturday night.
It's late Saturday night
I've just met you
I love your actions,
I love your satisfactions
Love your actions,
Love the satisfactions
She left me waiting,
She left me debating
She left me waiting,
She left me debating.
'That's not love,' he says, 'that's curiosity.'
