★ Verse 1 ★ I got my back rolled to the hospital They told me I was dying I think they just have nothing better to do Other than waiting and prescribing Now I dress like I'm always at a funeral Better be ready than denying
★ Chorus ★ 'Cause Friday I'll be clean Saturday in between, and Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing Friday I am clean Saturday in between, and Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing Ha, ah, ah, ah
★ Verse 2 ★ They let me play my favourite fitting game To keep me busy in the waiting room Glanced at the paper where they took down my name, mmm The doctor knows that he's been liеd to Am I in trouble with you? Nervous 'cause I know that it's truе
★ Chorus ★ Friday I'll be clean Saturday in between, and Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing Friday I am clean Saturday in between, and Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing Haaaaah (Heeeey)
Nectarine Girl - Beauty Is Blinding {Verse 1} I'm in the room Daisy perfume They gaze in my Porcelain eyes {Verse 2} My skirt, falling Half off my knees Changes my
Nectarine Girl - Aubergine {Verse 1} I've been {?} Dull and translucent {?} Of watching us Been clear and clean {?} and aubergine Your spilled red
Nectarine Girl - Sunday {Verse 1} I got my back rolled to the hospital They told me I was dying I think they just have nothing better to do Other than waiting and prescribing Now I dress
Nectarine Girl - Tire Swing {verse 1} I've been told i whisper when i talk Step softly and whistle while i walk Get distracted way too easily ’cause nothing really matters much to me