Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, I don't know what to do Wednesday comes so quickly, I never have a clue Thursday morning, my breakfast tea is blue
Fridays are for winners I never could take part Saturday's an open hug but always breaks my heart Then it's back to Sunday I'm lying in the dark
Mama always told me to cherish being free Daddy never took liberty seriously I'm looking at the window, reflections and debris It's hard to see who's really me Who's really me
January, February, March are standing still April turns to May and June is in it for the kill And then July brings more promises and guilt
August and September, October pass me by November and December are reasons not to try Then I've gone full circle, I'm gazing at the sky Oh yeah
Mama always told me to cherish being free Daddy never took a single matter seriously I'm looking at the window, reflections and debris It's hard to see who's really me Who's really me
Mama always told me to cherish being free Daddy never took liberty seriously I'm looking at the window, reflections and debris It's hard to see who's really me
Mama always told me to cherish being free Daddy never took a single matter seriously I'm looking at the window, reflections and debris It's hard to see who's really me Who's really, who's really meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
