Kenny White - She's Coming On Saturday lyrics

she's coming today…she's not coming today she's coming tomorrow…she's not coming tomorrow she might come on friday…she'll see how she feels she's coming on saturday i'm really so happy…i'm really not happy we're gonna do something…we might not do anything there're so many movies…she gets lots of headaches she's coming on saturday she tried being buddhist, her friends got so angry she practices yoga and tries to act calm but no one believes her, they think she's a time bomb sometimes when she's talking, you'd think i was standing in the next county… not right next to her she wishes that high school lasted much longer she's coming on saturday she's staring at pictures of hollywood couples i don't think she owns a hardcover book i sit and imagine her life without me…… she'll pick out a husband who called her an angel when neither was sober and the music was loud they'll buy a tv that takes up the whole room her husband won't drown her and then try to hide it by rolling her up in her favorite rug she won't make the news, not even the local …… glug, glug, glug instead i will focus on more of the good things she's nice to the cat when it stays off the sofa and now when i kiss her, she might leave the light on she's coming on saturday she talks to her mother a lot for a grown up she puts on her make up to go to the beach her face doesn't help her when she goes to smile she hates talking dirty and thinks i'm a pervert who really doesn't know the first thing about love i'll take her to dinner, she'll eat next to nothing but she's coming on saturday she's coming on saturday like it or not it seems to work she's really so empty, i'm really a jerk we fight like the armenians and the turks to think that you'd care is a little berserk and i don't mean to offend with that last turk line i just needed to come up with some ‘erk' rhyme on these lines, you can tell i have not spent long i figure, why start now at the end of the song? so i'm leaving you here with these two lost souls who don't deserve a, we'll just call them b-holes they deserve each other but no more of your time so i'm freeing you from this conundrum of mine beause you might not get it, you might not see what the attraction could possibly be i'm getting in touch with the masochist in me and she's coming…she's coming on saturday shawn pelton…drums marty ballou…upright ba** duke levine…guitar kenny white…piano