Days Of The Week

Monday, back from the dead I'm lettin' it go, back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head I'm takin' it back, takin' it back I'll take it back Wednesday, she's lookin' for a friend She'll get what she wants Can't seem to get enough Thursday, it's more than I can stand I'm holdin' her down, holdin' her down She's down again I've gotta find a way to find her Where could she be? Four days of the week, she thinks I'm the enemy One day, left me for dead Woke up on the floor, time for another one Two days, she's leavin' me again, take it no more Out through the open door Three days, she's found herself a friend She got what she wants Still never get enough Four days, she's back with me again She's pullin' me down, pullin' me down I'm down again I've gotta find a way to find her Where could she be? Four days of the week, she thinks I'm the enemy Monday's gone Tuesday's fadin' Wednesday's gone Thursday's all but wasted now Monday, back from the dead I'm lettin' it go, back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head I'm takin' it back, takin' it back I'll take it back I gotta find a way to find her Where could she be? (Where could she be?) Four days of the week, she thinks I'm the enemy Thinks I'm the enemy