Lyrics

I was wrong
What can I tell you
I see the hurtin' in your eyes
I know what your thinking
Can't really blame you
You and I both know that it's true

Neon lights and strange perfume
Waking up in some empty motel room
The wine took it's toll
I sold my soul
To a bar room angel
In disguise


Chorus

And now your Saturday night playboy
Is a Sunday morning fool
I've got some making up to do
Your Saturday night playboy
knows he's done you wrong
So won't you take this Sunday fool
Back into your arms.