Nelly Furtado Saturdays Lyrics

Hot motel stuffy inside,
I know well these eleven walls
Hot black tar,
I tan my legs,
I rest my heart and dream of the city
Magazine and diet c__e,
I'm not a joke,
this is me
Damaged leg,
heavy cart,
plastic cups,
linen mart
Rock garden where I used to play,
people stare part of their day
Coffee break,
lunch at noon,
pumpernickel steak,
green and orange room

I done my list,
I make my way to help my mother end her day
Fresh cut grass,
a parking lot,
we roll on out, we got a lot
We're on our way,
roll the window down and scream out loud
oh we're tired now
Take it home,
stop on the way
to the bakery for some fruit and cake
At home I lay after a shower clean,
I hit my head and I dream