Testi musica canzoni

When all you dreams come true
The dice roll out for you
And what you say is true
Everyone agrees

When all your nights are days
And all you hear is praise
And you can get away
With anything you chose

That's my sell-date, sell by
Saturday
That's my sell-date, Sat Sat
Saturday night

When all your words are cruel
You treat me like a fool
I won't be there for you
To soak up all the blame

That's my sell-date, sell by
Saturday
That's my sell-date, Sat Sat
Saturday night

You keep on rocking me
You keep on knocking me down
You keep on rocking me

That's my sell-date, sell by
Saturday
That's my sell-date, Sat Sat
Saturday night