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Saturdays lead into Sundays
I'm still high and numbing the pain away
So wind me up like a somersault
It's only intuition, so it's not my fault
A strange situation with the trigger finger
Wrath on my neck and sensation lingers
You still say that I don't know anything about you
Oh, I don't know anything about you
But I know what you do in the back room
And you still say that I don't know anything about you
Oh, I don't know anything about you
But I know what you do in the back room
And I'll still watch you
And I'll still watch you
Halfway down the wrong way
I'm still crying, feeling the pain away
So wind me up like a somersault
It's only intuition, so it's not my fault
A strange situation with the trigger finger
Wrath on my neck and sensation lingers
You still say that I don't know anything about you
Oh, I don't know anything about you
But I know what you do in the back room
And you still say that I don't know anything about you
Oh, I don't know anything about you
But I know what you do in the back room
And I'll still watch you
And I'll still watch you
I've been trying to keep my head on straight
I've been trying to keep my head on straight
I've been trying to keep my head on straight
I've been trying to keep my head on straight
You still say that I don't know anything about you
Oh, I don't know anything about you
But I know what you do in the back room
And you still say that I don't know anything about you
Oh, I don't know anything about you
But I know what you do in the back room
And I'll still watch you
And I'll still watch you
(I've been trying to keep my head on straight)
And I'll still watch you
(I've been trying to keep my head on straight)
And I'll still watch you