Letra de Saturdays (Again)

Completeness is written on a cake The red, the white, the blue, the opaque Smoking up into a nothing Some sweet replies warmin' up out of the oven Scents will play a wonderful day Sights'll be exploding What blues might try fold out into an open? A person to thank and a push in the lake and Things that I am hoping for you And some may try, get a little superstitious There's lots of cracks in many days Oh so many wishes But I don't know why Peaked on Saturdays Doo doo, doo doo Should be just like all the days But I do know why It would never quite function for Mondays Cause they remind me of those Saturdays My, how time flies!, said my younger cousin My, how time flies!, said my younger cousin