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Saturday you woke me up from a dream
torn out of the pages of a magazine.
Chorus:
You gotta play tough, my love
You gotta play cool.
You gotta play tough, my love
When you play me for a fool.
Saturday you woke me up into a drag
peaches in the creases of a plastic bag.
Chorus
Saturday is not the ideal time to break up
don't you know it takes a little time to wake up?
Chorus
You fool, you fool, you fool.