Sweet Mondays
Carus Thompson
Lately my Mondays have been coming up gold
If the day was a deal well baby I'd be sold
Sun is shining, the blue is deep, You're really sweeping me off a my feet
And outside its just hit 32 degrees
Mondays a different day for us
More like a weekend, no need to rush
And I finished the gig early last night
Everyone's at work no one to hear me hold you tight
Oh Sweet Mondays
Now when I get high, I just get higher
Now when I get drunk it's because I want to
You're living down on ol' Jenkin St, near where the sun, sea, sky they meet
And outside its just hit 32 degrees
Oh Sweet Mondays
