Marc Broussard - Saturday [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"I gotta little thing comonna kaya...
Cool sheets, real fine, lay me down in the hot July
I wish I may, I wish I might be next to you every night...
No phone, no sir, don't wanna be disturbed...
Just me, just her, speak without using words
Learning her every curve...

Chorus
There ain't nothing like sleeping late on a Saturday...
Waking up, to see my baby's face...
You know I wouldn't wanna have it
Have it any other way...
Cause it's my favorite, sleeping late on a Saturday...

She's the kind of girl, that any man would fancy
But she's mine all mine, one of a kind
Her beauty is so divine...
This chance, romance, baby I cancelled all my plans...
Just me, just you, and whatever we want to do
I'm so into you...

Chorus

Since Monday, I ain't thought of nothing but
Being right there with you...
(Ooh I just want to be with you my baby...)
Come Friday, I can't wait
You're my special one, make me come undone...
It's so much fun...

Chorus (x3)"