"I gotta little thing comonna kaya...
Cool sheets, real fine, lay me down in the hot July,
I wish I may, I wish I might be next to you every night...
No phone, no sir, don't want to be disturbed...
Just me, just her, speak without using words,
Learning her every curve...

Chorus
There ain't nothing like sleeping late on a Saturday...
Waking up, to see my baby's face...
You know I wouldn't want to have it,
Have it any other way...
Cause it's my favorite, sleeping late on a Saturday...

She's the kind of girl, that any man would fancy,
But she's mine all mine, one of a kind,
Her beauty is so divine...
This chance, romance, baby I cancelled all my plans...
Just me, just you, and whatever we want to do,
I'm so into you...

Chorus

Since Monday, I ain't thought of nothing but
Being right there with you...
(Ooh I just want to be with you my baby...)
Come Friday, I can't wait,
You're my special one, make me come undone...
It's so much fun...

Chorus (x3)"

Writer : BROUSSARD, MARC / RAMSEY, ANDREW / SMITH, TY SCOTT
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC