Lyrics:
end up looking back on my birthdays like they're random Thursdays, no
I don't wanna end up like that
I want a life that's bigger than
All
ik kom
We kunnen moven als ik kom
Ik kom, want het is Thursday
Je geeft me cake, maar het is niet eens m'n birthday
Eén, zeg wat je wil, ik doe het
My hair started to fall out at precisely 1:00 on my birthday
By Thursday it was making a terrible mess, so the kids helped me shave off whatever was
MY BOOTS OFF, I DON'T JUST HIT THE HAY
I START WORKIN' ON MY REAL JOB, PULLIN' DOWN THEM SHADES
MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY,
Thursday night
Everything's fine
Except you've got that look in your eye
When I'm telling a story
And you find it boring
You're thinking of something
check to blow.
'Cause tonight, we on paparazzi mode.
Monday, Tuesday, it doesn't matter
if it's Wednesday, Thursday,
as long as we're together.
Thursday I'd hope
It would feel more like home
But Friday falls
And sometimes
All you need in life is emergency
To take time and figure out what
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
trippin cause I got it main.
It don't change, we still popular.
Monday I go to work,
Tuesday I do the same,
Wednesday's my day off,
Thursday I'm
you and you in me
It rained again last Thursday
I came close to letting go
The desert drank it all
When the cistern overflowed
The sunlight
Glitter shoes on dirty pavement
Trip up on a Thursday girls night out
I can see the light shine through
And the floor is drowned in red white
an unending debt to love you
If you were to say that you love Thursdays
I'd do my best to plan
I'd find a way, convince them to escape from their usual
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
Still I can't escape
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
And I went home on Thursday nigh
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed
Where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I
Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts
Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn
Weeping
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday
A Thursday, a Friday and Saturday is best
But never, never on a Sunday
A Sunday, a Sunday, 'cause that's my
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
again, he did it again.
Wednesday waiting, no creating.
Waited so long, but he did it again.
Thursday thinking, Friday praying.
Every week he
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
The sweet delays
Love again
And shoot the breeze
Early Thursday mornings, wipe away the flies
The crossfire fight for action in between your thighs
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