SATURDAY NIGHT, SUNDAY MORNINGThelma HoustonWe're Fooled By First ImpressionsThey're Not Always TrueYou Thought That I Was Made Out Of IceBut I Caught On Fire With YouI Sparkled For A MomentThen I Flickered OutI Couldn't Feel The Flame Any MoreBut Darlin' I'm Feelin It NowTook Such A Long Time To Convince MeYou Could Fill That Empty SpaceBut Saturday Night Is Shining On My Sunday Morning FaceSaturday Night Is Shining On My Sunday Morning FaceSunlight Is StreamingThru The Open WindowWhile You're Dreaming In My ArmsTook Such A Long Time To Convince MeYou Could Fill That Empty SpaceBut Saturday Night Is Shining On My Sunday Morning FaceSaturday Night Is ShiningThis Is The Real ThingLook At Me Beaming With LoveSaturday Night Is Shining On My Sunday Morning Face