Sencillo / Pista

Roll on Through Saturday Night

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Letras

She sat there lookin’ glassy-eyed; painting her nails

Ev’ry toenail a different color

The walls were painted a bright yellow

And the room reflected the night club’s neon lights

There was a murder in the papers

And she put on some blood-red lipstick

Then she went outside; out on the streets

Walking with head turned back

The circuit lines looked like tightropes

High over hell

The clouds of heaven above

And the violent street with rain and dirt and blood underneath

She heard bells, shouts and laughter from far off

Searchlights went across the sky

And the construction works looked like new-made graves

With skyscraper-stones

Roll on through Saturday night

She saw long black limousines

And the rich ladies in full dress

An old bum was lying on the side-walk

And she thought about the reasons for his failure

Then she saw a man gazing at her with sparkling eyes

And bad things happened after that

The stranger followed her through the crooked streets

Under the thin curve of the new moon

She said a silent prayer and closed her eyes tight

While he was holding her by her bare waist

After a groan of anguish and lust he took his fingers off her throat

And rolled away from her

Some heart-shaped leaves were all that remained in motion

On the quiet street corner

The clock moved steadily toward closing time

And there was a murder in the Sunday papers

Roll on through Saturday night