Elvie Shane - Saturday Night Me

I can be a Wild West dust wind blowin' through the weekend
Get a little hell-bent, goin' off the deep end
Baby, you're a godsend when you calm the storm
A rowdy out-all-nighter, runnin' through the fire
Gas in a shot glass, sparkin' up a lighter
But you fight through the flames and love me more

Girl, your angels and my demons, they just seem to get along
We found somethin' to believe in where my darkness meets your dawn
Thank God your stained glass and my neon go together like they do
When Saturday night me runs into Sunday mornin' you

You dig your heels in deep when you stand your ground
You can take the heat, girl, you don't back down
You could snatch my soul right out of the devil's hands

But your angels and my demons, they just seem to get along
We found somethin' to believe in where my darkness meets your dawn
Thank God your stained glass and my neon go together like they do
When Saturday night me runs into Sunday mornin' you, yeah

Singin', "Oh, I find my peace somewhere in the space between
Saturday night me and Sunday mornin' you"
Singin', "Oh, I find my peace somewhere in the space between
Saturday night me and Sunday mornin' you"

Yeah, your angels and my demons, they just seem to get along
We found somethin' to believe in where my darkness meets your dawn
Thank God your stained glass and my neon go together like they do
When Saturday night me runs into Sunday mornin' you
Yeah, when Saturday night me runs into Sunday mornin' you
Yeah, Saturday night me runs into Sunday mornin' you

Written by:
Adam Wood, Doug Johnson, Elvie Shane

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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