Paroles de Saturdays

She comes alive on Saturdays But Sundays she’s already done Dance all night on Saturdays But Sunday morning she’s alone She used to breath emotions Why have they all now become A bittersweet devotion To an inexistent cause Let the feeling open The feeling open Ohh And now her days Are seldom what they used to be She’s dancing high Oh dancing to a different beat She used to breath emotions Why have they all now become A bittersweet devotion To an inexistent cause Let the feeling open The feeling open Ohh Let the feeling open The feeling open Ohh The feeling open Ohh Ohh