Saturdays — текст песни (Nelly Furtado)

Hot motel

Stuffy incide

I know well

This eleven walls

Hot black tar

I tan my legs

Rest my heart

And dream of the city



Magazine and diet coke

I`m not a joke

This is me

Damaged leg

Heavy cart

Plastic cups

Linen mart



Rock garden

Where i used to play

People stare

Part of their day

Coffe break

Lunch at noon

Pumpernickel steak

Green and orange room



Done my list

I Make my way

To help my mother

End her day

Fresh cut grass

parking lot

We roll on out

We got a lot



We`re on our way

Roll the windows down

And scream out loud

We`re tired now



Take it home

Stop on the way

To the bakery

For some fruit and cake

Home i lay

After a shower clean

I hit my head

And i dream