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(Tom Waits) Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday And your pockets are jingling And you see the lights You get all tinglin' cause you're cruising with a six You're looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair Shave your face Trying to wipe out every trace All the other days In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday You're reachin' your peak
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