Saturday, stepping into the club
The music makes me wanna tell the DJ, tune it up
I feel the energy all around
And my body can’t stop moving to the sound
But I can tell that you’re watching me
And you’re probably gonna write what you didn’t see
Well, I just need a little space to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy
Why can’t you just let me do
The things I wanna do
I just wanna be me
I don’t understand
Why would you wanna bring me down
I’m only having fun
I’m gonna live my life (but not the way you want me to)
I’m tired of rumors starting
I’m sick of being followed
I’m tired of people lying
Saying what they want about me
Why can’t they back up off me
Why can’t they let me live
I’m gonna do it my way
Take this for just what it is
Here we are, back up in the club
People taking pictures
Don’t you think they get enough
I just wanna be all over the floor
And throw my hands up in the air to a beat like (what)
I’ve gotta say respectfully
I would love it if you would take the cameras off of me
Cause I just want a little room to breathe
Can you please respect my privacy
I just need to free my mind (my mind)
Just wanna dance and have a good time (good time)
I’m tired of rumors (rumors)
Followed (followed, followed, followed, followed, followed)
What they want of me
Why can’t they (they, they, they, they, they) let me live
Take this for just what it is
