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The Martini Shot

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  1. Saturday Night

From the recording Last Call

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Saturday Night
by The Martini Shot

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Lyrics

Dotted lines, waiting for the setting sun
But the island is waiting for no one
Not coming back until I'm done

Come along. If you will then I'll gladly
Pay the fee to go over the Tappan Zee
If you're there don't know why I'd ever leave

We've got no time to waste
This place never sleeps
Got no time to waste

It's Saturday night and I'm in New York City
Saturday night, you never looked so pretty
Let our lives reflect the light
On Saturday night
Saturday night

Hypnotized and you're shining in the shade
Getting high on the rising promenade
Take a bite of the apple
Don't be afraid

Come along. Feel the rumble from the streets
See the concrete jungle from the trees
Take a bite of the apple
It tastes so sweet

'Cause we've got no time to waste
This place never sleeps
Got no time to waste

It's Saturday night and I'm in New York City
Saturday night you never looked so pretty
Let our lives reflect the light
On Saturday night
Saturday night

It's Saturday night and it never stops giving
No time to die 'cause I'm too busy living
It can't be wrong if it feels so right
On Saturday night

And I don't know why (I don't know why)
I'd ever leave (Makes no sense to me)
I don't know why (I don't know why)
I'd ever leave

It's Saturday night and I'm in New York City
Saturday night you never looked so pretty
Let our lives reflect the light
On Saturday night
Saturday night

It's Saturday night and it never stops giving
Too busy to die 'cause I'm too busy living
It can't be wrong if it feels so right
On Saturday night
Saturday night

It's Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night

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