throw it all away or give it all to You but I don't want to die these tears that I cry my pain is a child of my vanity now it's sinking in and I can
life for me Long nights drinking her coffee esprit Talk of lovers and swirl She's dying to play She's a magazine girl Another perfumed Monday morning
you before, my word is bond Yo man, I'll pay you back Yo, you be talking about them girls you got, man You ain't got no women, man Monday morning,
Well monday morning had me down by tuesday evening i?d come around Friday found me singing on the stage well i don?t mind working late it keeps the beans
Verse 1 Monday morning And the fireside is burning bright Not as hot As the fire deep inside If only she could see him now With no regret these words
