my dick up in her Keep her 'way from here then I'm so fly A few of my lady friends Is super bisexuals and usually high Might even give you a try You
by the drug squad man Taken to court on Monday morning By half past 2 I was in jail Sitting in my cell I was shattered That guy the sherriff wouldn't give
Monday morning you've got to sign on Down the dole the queue is long Just like zombies you wait your turn The more you declare the less you get BUT THEY
Sharon Stone Now monday mornings the only time in The week when I wish that I could lie-in Then comes Thursday and what do you know Only one more day
bible cycles from church with the bait and tackle store next door and not much more, so the two moved to New York and raised babies based on what they saw christmas morning
your bed An arrow that once pierced my heart Points to the apple on your head Three sides to Every story Yours, mine and Monday morning's Cupid's dead
up before So I'm hoping you different, let you push the 6 And give you a different life and baby if it's right Jump on it in the morning and ride it '
in the morning baby stuck together, you and I Hey yeah, get down 'cause all you're gonna give You'll get back from me Hey yeah, get down, no more plan
your bed An arrow that once pierced your heart Points to the apple on your head Three sides to every story Yours, mine And, Monday morning's CUPID
(Hinkel / Freudenthaler) It was Monday morning, ten o' clock, it seemed a perfect day I saw a girl, plucked up courage, then I heard me say: "I think
Bigger than you, more than me I've got the Monday mornin' blues And, oh my God, I've got the home for you And give the everyday morning you use And there
It's monday morning You miss yesterday Tomorrow's coming again So fast it's already today You'll never get put down Growing into your face Moving to new
up before So I'm hoping you different Let you push the 6 And give you a different life and Baby if it's right jump on it in the morning And ride it '
twentieth century drifter Thirty-two weekends I load up the car and I'm gone And my woman cries with each goodbye kiss that I give her And she prayes that come Monday morning
court on a Monday - that's the reality of the cops. Sure, you know when the Nazis are marching, when they're out there, yeah, go and give them a fuckin
Here we go again, it's Monday at last He's heading for the Waterloo line To catch the 8 A m fast, it's usually dead on time Hope it isn't late, got to
morning baby stuck together, you and I Hey, hey get down, coz all your gonna give you get back from me Hey, hey get down, no more plan baby, let's
it, so phone check Nigga get the fuck off the line Before I stick your ass in here And have to do some more time player Want to give me the strap 'Cause