come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change
the old and weak The boys are back in town And when Monday morning comes We will be back on our job So give it all you got tonight And party 'til morning
to have some fun Yeah, yeah - You know it's weekend, baby 'Til Monday morning comes... Hey, hey, hey Nothing's going to stop us, baby We're having our fun tonight
I wanna touch you Every single heart that beats Pretend, my January friend I'm wantin' you again I wanna touch you Every single heart that beats Time stood still, Monday morning
7:30 Monday morning, the stories begin You make it sound like so much fun. (Just spent the weekend throwing yourself away) Throwing yourself away, throwing
from my building society and my monthy check came in just right if only they knew they weren't giving it away 9:15 monday morning at the printing works
in times like this? And How good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss? These feelings exist. Let it rain on monday morning right before the world
Monday morning, fiction on the tube Then sorting out the daily mail Nasty habit, read the horoscope Pick the skin around Her nails are shiny, made for
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
So looks fine tonight She is outta sight to me Tonight I?ll spend my bed tonight Tonight I?ll lose my head tonight I gotta get tonight Monday I?ve got
She's a working girl Come Monday morning You see her waitin' On the street for her ride In an hour she'll be working In a tower made of steel in the
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
husband left on Saturday For a woman that was half her age Sunday she just stayed in bed With the covers pulled over her head But on Monday morning
fine tonight She is out of sight to me Tonight, I'll paint it red Tonight, I'll lose my head Tonight, I've got to get tonight Monday I have Friday on
my feet As I rise up to greet the morning Nothing much to eat Every breath I take seems to make my body ache My only friend is mist on a monday morning
got a hundred dollars smoking in my billfold I know I ought to save it but it's burning a whole Right through my pocket and into my skin Come Monday morning