Lyrics:
Seven on a Monday morning.
And it's a sunny day.
It's just too hot to be working
But you've got to pay your way.
So here I am sitting
passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac
feel my heart start beating to my favourite song
And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city,
foolish
Do something constructive with your weekend
From Monday morning I work for Friday nights
Collect my wages, then try to paint on the smell
feel my heart start beating to my favourite song
And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn
out by the lakeside
Only good vibes
On a Sunday morning
1 -1 - 2 - 3
Chillin with Christina & Hailey
They family
Shout out to the people that believe in
from cold night,in the morning.
'Tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
saying to you
Good morning heartache, what's new
Stop haunting me now
Can't chase you no how
Just leave me alone
I've got those Monday blues
Riding on the city of New Orleans
Illinois central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five
on Monday morning
Crash the car into a bridge of sighs
Tear our love apart on Thursday evening
Put it back together Friday night
I keep on falling
the love that few have known
Summers by the sea, a sailboat in Capri
These memories shall be our very own
Even though our dreams may vanish
With the morning
to complain
Monday morning and it's time to go
Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes
Do anything you can to dodge the bus-stop blues
Like driving
Tender is the night
So tender is the night
There's no one in the world
Except the two of us
Should tomorrow find us disenchanted
We have
One last check in the mirror
Where the lines in my face get clearer
Monday morning mirror monologues
Monday morning mirror monologues
Last
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
It's hard, can't afford to stop
Keep on working, till you're fit to drop
Then comes the weekend and my troubles go away
Monday morning brings them
update
What did she say? She said she'd love to rendezvous
She asked me what we were gonna do
Said we'd start with a bottle of Moët for two
Monday
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five
It's hard - can't afford to stop
Keep on working - till you're fit to drop
Then comes the weekend and my troubles go away
Monday morning brings
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones.'
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