Monday-come on over for coffee?
Tuesday-I love you g’night
Wednesday-Don’t leave yet…
Thursday-I made chili for two
Friday-…...
Saturday-……
Sunday-……
Monday-Come over for coffee
I was good for the stuck days, good for the lame days
Good for a good fuck and a favor or a shoulder to bleed on
Good for the taking, good for the killing good for the raping
I was good for the 9-5, the days between and the nights without
But she lives for the weekend, the parties, the drinking
The casual sex with casual strangers that piss away in her absence
She doesn’t give a damn about them, even less about me
But she always changed her tune on Monday…always Monday
come Monday…when the world is lit with work that must be done
she’d call me for cuddling-sweetness to mix in her morning coffee
and I would come a callin--all hours of the day and night
all she had to do was ask and ask she did… ‘don’t leave me yet’
I was good for the weekday-'help me pass the time love.'
'Don’t go yet, sing me another lullaby, hold me near
Don’t see the marks that prove I’m not all yours dear
They mean nothing to me, just hold me here, don’t let go'
but come Friday same old shit again--same old game
why couldn’t I see? Why wouldn’t I learn?
she’s a farce, a fraud and she’s made one of me.
And all the sad and sorry apologies won’t change it all.
Because Friday…
They’ll never know the strangest things make her cry
Never know that place behind her ear that makes her hot
The things that make her the happiest can’t be bought
The words that make her smile can’t be found in a song
She’ll settle for her weekend toys, her weekend ploys
I won’t be the passerby that holds her heart aloft any longer
I’m tired of being a work-week kinda girl, tired of living a lie
Take what you can baby, cause Monday you’ll be alone…
This time you’ll have to do it on your own
Make yourself warm, sleep tight my dear
No matter who lies next to you, I hope you’re cold
Thanks for the 9-5, I’m looking for the 24-7 now…
And your Friday is always waiting...
Tuesday-I love you g’night
Wednesday-Don’t leave yet…
Thursday-I made chili for two
Friday-…...
Saturday-……
Sunday-……
Monday-Come over for coffee
I was good for the stuck days, good for the lame days
Good for a good fuck and a favor or a shoulder to bleed on
Good for the taking, good for the killing good for the raping
I was good for the 9-5, the days between and the nights without
But she lives for the weekend, the parties, the drinking
The casual sex with casual strangers that piss away in her absence
She doesn’t give a damn about them, even less about me
But she always changed her tune on Monday…always Monday
come Monday…when the world is lit with work that must be done
she’d call me for cuddling-sweetness to mix in her morning coffee
and I would come a callin--all hours of the day and night
all she had to do was ask and ask she did… ‘don’t leave me yet’
I was good for the weekday-'help me pass the time love.'
'Don’t go yet, sing me another lullaby, hold me near
Don’t see the marks that prove I’m not all yours dear
They mean nothing to me, just hold me here, don’t let go'
but come Friday same old shit again--same old game
why couldn’t I see? Why wouldn’t I learn?
she’s a farce, a fraud and she’s made one of me.
And all the sad and sorry apologies won’t change it all.
Because Friday…
They’ll never know the strangest things make her cry
Never know that place behind her ear that makes her hot
The things that make her the happiest can’t be bought
The words that make her smile can’t be found in a song
She’ll settle for her weekend toys, her weekend ploys
I won’t be the passerby that holds her heart aloft any longer
I’m tired of being a work-week kinda girl, tired of living a lie
Take what you can baby, cause Monday you’ll be alone…
This time you’ll have to do it on your own
Make yourself warm, sleep tight my dear
No matter who lies next to you, I hope you’re cold
Thanks for the 9-5, I’m looking for the 24-7 now…
And your Friday is always waiting...
