Saturday Night
Saturday Night
She’s getting ready,
She’s puffed out her hair,
She’s applied her brightest lipstick
She’s ready for whatever the night may give her.
She’s wearing her highest heels
She’s smoothing out her sleekest dress
She’s walking to the moonlight and she’s dancing to the stars.
But she’s not real.
She’s a ghost of someone that once was.
She’s a figment of imagination.
She’s a desire
She’s a wish
She’s a Saturday night that will never happen.
