Saturday Love

On Saturday Lover I've planned us a dinner
But you're not going to make it

I'll wear my best outfit
the one you picked out for me

And I'll put my hair back
And part it the way you like it

so my sweet curls fall over those
baby-blues you made love to so often

I'll sit and drink my coffee for an hour until
The waiter passes by and says nothing

but really he's saying
I don't think she's comin' pal

And I'll get up to leave.