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Saturday night roses and wine Quiet corner table for two Soft candle light stars in my eyes A sense of that old deja vu
His touch on my face a tender embrace Warm glow of moon-light above Lights turned down low dancing real slow Just right for falling in love
Chorus But I won’t fall in love ‘til Sunday I’ll wait ‘til the cold hard light of dawn No I won’t fall in love ‘til Sunday When the magic of Saturday’s gone.
Bridge. If he’s still there clothes on a chair. Shoes and coat scattered up the hall. If coffee and toast leads to a Sunday roast Maybe then I might fall.
Chorus But I won’t fall in love ‘til Sunday I’ll wait ‘til the cold hard light of dawn No I won’t fall in love ‘til Sunday When the magic of Saturday’s gone.
Tag Won't let the wine mess my mind I've been there before Won’t be a fool because of the moon This time I want a whole lot more.
[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-03-2002).]
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