And I wish I could sleep
But I'm tired  down  dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a week
And I've been singing to my feet  yeah
But I won't admit defeat til
Saturday  Saturday  Saturday
（When you come by）
For your information
I love my demons
Cause they keep me company  yeah
I've grown to love my new routine
But on my better days  better days  better days
Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Oh enemies
And I wish I could speak
We spend the last half hour in the back room
Celebrating me
And now I feel a little cheap  yeah
But I won't admit defeat til
Saturday  Saturday  Saturday
And it's not one of my better days  better days  better days
Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Oh enemies
Show a little skin and make a million
For a little soul and make a million more
A million more
When I grow up  woah
I wanna be famous  woah
And when you grow up  woah
Will you still blame us
And I wish I could see that
But I'm tired  down  dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a b**ch of a week  yeah
Saturday  Saturday  Saturday
Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
Oh enemies
Show a little skin and make a million
For a little soul and make a million more
Show a little skin and make a million
For a little soul and make a million more