(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister) 'Mother's ruin' She said to herself 'I'm just screwing my own mental health' But Fridays and Saturdays She walks down those alleyways A latter day lady of the lamp How you doing? You ain't from round here Won't you come in? I'm really not scared- 'Cause Fridays and Saturdays I still do it anyways And anything is better than out here Now don't wake me up again Don't let me feel anything But when you go Let me dream that I go with you So I won't cry myself dry anymore Mothers ruin Their own little girls Keep them dreaming There's more to this world But turn her the other way And every day's Father's Day He stays until there's nothing left to say But don't wake me up again Don't let me feel anything But when you go Let me dream that I go with you So I won't cry myself dry anymore Now don't wake me up again Don't let me feel anything But when you go Let me dream that I go with you So you won't make my heart ache anymore Leave the light on and don't shut the door
