I am remembering those Saturday nights of old
when our bodies were hot n’ our drinks were cold
when love was felt deeply and I craved your touch
craved your kisses, your love, O I craved it so much.
Bring me back to those days, so that I may feel again
cause I miss the most, how my heart was on fire then
I miss being in love, as if my body could anytime burst
I miss those old Saturdays, my old feeling, my old thirst.
A.G. Munson
