Lyrics:
the night
On Monday it all crashed
I wanna take your flag
I wanna hold your back
I want you to come back into life
Black vicious monster in your
a little while he'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Oh, as I went home on Monday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door
Where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife
Yesterday was pouring
Like a test on Monday morning
I got high, I got high
I dunno where I'm goin'
It's like the desert when it's snowin'
shirt's already red and my face is soaking wet
Lock the closet tight and scrub the blood from off my hands
When Monday comes again I'll carry out
and you cut it fine
Painted lady, I wish you were mine
She?s no gal Friday you?ll find out fast
She?s a stormy Monday with a shady past
Pins and needles,
city Monday nights yo paper dog I'm matching
Glass house jumping, like a pissy mattress
Pissy chain, pissy ring, jewelry got a bladder problem
back to the Monday you tried to blame me,
Looking back remember your revenge attacked me,
Rush of blood to the head of your line that crossed me,
and Monday
I hope that you can navigate your way between the sacred and profane
Yes I hope that you can find your vision between the sunshine and the rain
tryna take you home, maybe we can get gone, Sunday,Monday,Tuesday,wedsday,Thursday,Friday,Saturday yo
Chorus: You just might be the sexiest thing off
a little while, he'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word.
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday, maybe not
a little while, he'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word.
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday, maybe not
we can't see the candlestick
Burnin' down?
Wakes up on her Monday morn
It's just another cup of coffee
In her run down place called home
She makes her
Girls hittin' the beach
puttin' our feet in the sand
Boys ridin' the surf
Watchin' us work on our tan
We're no thinking about what comes Monday
to provide.
Way overdressed, on a cold Monday night,
Man in the corner and her pockets are lined,
Lost on the floor, found in my bed,
Watchin' her
a little while, he'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word.
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Monday to Sunday gotta play if you could win.
Someday anyway gotta pay for a new begin
I got the cash and the class I got the power to maximise
Monday
It's a one way ticket, down this lane of slamming do's
Pimping hoes, wearing creased clothes
And riding blades on lows, fo' life we together mayn
labeled all american mom bright and early Monday =
Morning on her way gotta work got to get some money saved sipping =
Coffee, sorting boxes, and her fate
Lullaby for a snow-faced girl
Is what I'll sing
Watching you the whole time
It's three oh five on Monday morning
Or is it night?
I don't know but
a little while,
He'll take my hand,
And though it seems absurd,
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not,
night at all
Cause that's the night friends come to call
And Monday to Friday go fast
And another week is past
But Saturday night is the loneliest
I got up early on Monday
And it suited me fine
That the leaves had started
Turning and it was cold outside
Because the sun surely shined
search for somebody new.
Come Monday, find my way.
You drift from my worthless kiss.
Iæ?¦ captured by your godliness and a love thatæ?¯ slipped away.
So
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