and i wish i could sleepnbut i'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheetsnit's been a weeknand i've singing til i faint, yeahnbut I won't admit defeat tilnsaturday, saturday, saturdaynwhen you come bynfor your informationni love my demonsncause they keep me company, yeahni've grown to love my new routinenbut on my better daysnbetter days, better daysnnconsider yourself one of my best friendsnconsider yourself one of my enemiesnoh enemiesnni wish i could speaknwe spend the last half hour in the back roomncelebrating menand now i feel a little cheap, yeahnbut i won't admit defeat tilnsaturday, saturday, saturdaynand it's not one of my better daysnbetter days, better daysnnconsider yourself one of my best friendsnconsider yourself one of my enemiesnoh enemiesnnshow a little skin and make a millionnfor a little soul and make a million morena million morennwhen i grow up, woahni wanna be famous, woahnand when you grow up, woahnwill you still blame usnnand i wish i could sleep,nbut i'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheetsnit's been a bitch of a week, yeahnnsaturday, saturday, saturdaynnconsider yourself one of my best friendsnconsider yourself one of my enemiesnoh enemiesnnshow a little skin and make a millionnfor a little soul and make a million morenshow a little skin and make a millionnfor a little soul and make a million more