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I don’t care if monday’s blue, tuesday’s grey and wednesday too |
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thursday I don’t care about you - it’s friday I’m in love |
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monday you can fall apart, tuesday, wednesday break my heart |
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thursday doesn’t even start - it’s friday I’m in love |
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and sunday always comes too late |
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but friday never hesitate ... |
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I don’t care if monday’s black, tuesday, wednesday heart attack |
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thursday never looking back - it’s friday I’m in love |
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monday you can hold your head, tuesday, wednesday stay in bed |
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or thursday watch the walls instead - it’s friday I’m in love |
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and sunday always comes too late |
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but friday never hesitate ... |
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dressed up to the eyes, it’s a wonderful surprise |
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to see your shoes and your spirits rise |
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throwing out your frown and just smiling at the sound |
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and as sleek as a shriek, spinning round and round |
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always take a big bite, it’s such a gorgeous sight |
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to see you eat in the middle of the night |
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you can never get enough, enough of this stuff |
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