If ever life's mistreating you You don't feel good at all You need a sister to hold on to You can give me a call
It might be Monday, it might be Tuesday 8 o'clock in the evening on a Sunday
You won't have to explain the whole situation I'll just keep you company You must be lonely without a friend Not relying on family
Call me on a Monday, on a Tuesday In the middle of the night on a Sunday
These men took your soul Your inner pride They got you deeply The cut of a thousand knives
Until you had nothing more to hide It made the ones that love you wish They had turned blind
But you don't have to carry all that guilt We sisters vulnerable 'bout the way we're built
And I might not feel what you feel Though wounds like yours I know they don't just heal
By Monday, next Tuesday But call me and I'll be around on a Sunday
Some day again you will shine Keep walking towards the sun You're still young sisterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
