Gloomy Monday Morning I'll never make it to work on time Had to keep driving To catch a glimpse of that bird outside
Usually standing On the corner of 39th Smoking her cigarette A pretty face you could never forget
[Chorus] Baby let me be your man On top of your lonely times Baby let me be your man On top of your lonely times
Hot in leather plastic Tied her gloves in the tops of her vamps Secretary glasses Meet the base in the fridge of her hair
Usually standing On the corner of 39th Smoking her cigarette A pretty face you could never forget
[Chorus] Baby let me be your man On top of your lonely times Baby let me be your man On top of your lonely times
My head begins to spin just like a washing machine And suddenly she comes in your house Oh isn't it fine Now she doesn't realize that her hands are tied (inaudible) Good Morning to you
Gloomy Monday Morning I'll never make it to work on time Had to keep driving To catch a glimpse of that bird outside
[Chorus] Baby let me be your man On top of your lonely times Baby let me be your man On top of your lonely timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
