Lyrics:
I told you on the phone I'm at the dog park you can stop by
I been here I been here like all night
Tennis ball
Tennis ball
Tennis ball
Tennis ball
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday
you?
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Your house or mine
I don't really care about it
to talk all day
And talk all night
(Taste of Monday, taste of Monday)
I want to talk all day
Until the temperatures rise
(Taste of Monday, taste of Monday
MistiQaL i bozza, abo keyz abo lova
Seba sbiza ama bozza
Beke le Beke, Monday Sunday
Thina si phuzu goloko, Monday Sunday
So vele si dakwe, late night
got her shining like a flashlight
Match point
No tennis
Any day every day shorty know when it's
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday girl ya know
really care for your city anymore
I spend the night
I lay awake and miss you when you go
Without me
Oh what's wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday
Monday
me
Tuesday needs to go away
Wednesday starts to feel okay
Monday's never good for me
Found an empty bottle with a glimpse of last night's plan
Rallied
shorts
They walk home past the tennis courts
A pint of prawns in hand
I hear a ragtime band
On Monday
I want the weekend to come
On Tuesday
Feeling shaky on this Monday night
Feeling shaky on a Tuesday night
Feeling shaky on a Wednesday night
Feeling shaky on a Thursday
Feeling shaky
Yes-sir, yes-sir, boss
I must admit altho I don't like Sunday
I have a fit when I go thru Blue Monday
Monday's the one day that my dice lose
they just
I'll embrace you oh so tight
Two Mondays I will hold you darling all through the night
Two Mondays let me count the ways
Walking together in two Mondays
you doing?
Where are you?
You told me that on
Monday you’ll be mine
All day, all night
but I’m standing right here on my own
Monday on my own, on my
Ouh-la-la, sentiments tout-toute la night
Elle m'appelle "Dou-Dou-Douma-ma"
Moi j'suis comme "hmm-hmm", pourquoi pas (ah-ah-ah)
Ça devient de plus en plus
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
I don't need all of your time, I only need
You night and day, just pick the place
Long
here
Nigga, you left me
Deen Lamont Witter, cut this shit
City lights
It's cheeba night, in Holly-hood
My ace in the hole, my ace boon
It's been
But sometimes I need someone to give me
One night that feels right
Feels right
Save me for a Saturday
When you got nothing else weighing on you
Mondays
then I started tweekin'
Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin'
Finished Monday, started on the weekend
Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar
You
siren
As if I could ever hide
Last time La Luna
I light my torch and wave it for the
New moon on Monday
And a fire dance through the night
I
ain't got backpain, know you gotta love it
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made
then I started tweekin'
Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin'
Finished Monday, started on the weekend
Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar
You
tweekin'
Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin'
Finished Monday, started on the weekend
Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar
You can smell it when I'm
oh-oh)
You wrap around me and you give me life
And that's why night after night
I'll be fuckin' you right
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,
My weakness is killing me every night
I ain't cheat, I ain't lie, don't wanna hide
I don't think you feel this like I feel us
I don't know if after
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