Saturday Girl

Saturday girl drifting around
Beauty of Earth embodied as found
Saturday girl
Saturday girl
Heavenly she saunters around
Her perfect meander the drift of a cloud
Pavements are curving, they buckle and warp
She’s effortlessly turning my world as she walks
The silk of her skin, gentle as snow
Legs always walking with somewhere to go
Blood may be blue but lipstick is red
Saturday girl you’re killing me dead