Monday, back from the dead Im letting it go, back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head Im takin it back, takin it back Itll take it back
Wednesday, shes looking for a friend Shell get what she wants Cant seem to get enough Thursday, its more than I can stand Im holding her down, holding her down Shes down again
Ive gotta find a way to find her Where could she be? Four days of the week she thinks Im the enemy
One day, left me for the dead Woke up on the floor, time for another one Two days, shes leavin me again, cant take it no more Out through the open door
Three days, shes found herself a friend She got what she wants Still never get enough Four days, shes back with me again Shes pullin me down, pullin me down Im down again
Ive got to find a way to find her Where she could be? Four days of the week she thinks Im the enemy
Mondays gone Tuesdays fadin Wednesdays gone Thursdays all but wasted now
Monday, back from the dead Im letting it go back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head Im taking it back, taking it back Ill take it back
I gotta find a way to find her Where could she be? Four days of the week she thinks Im the enemy Thinks Im the enemyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
