THE BABYSITTERS CIRCUS - Mondays lyrics

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Tuesday lost my youth

Thursday lost my love

Sunday lost my hair

(On Monday’s just dream)

I’m walking prod

Sole assister

And it’s freaking my eye

On concentration

And let it fall too pies

I’m trying to get well on holidays, track it

(track it on holidays try to get me)

Now standing on the garden when the sun is gloried

(standing on the garden when the sun is full of glory)

Oh, just do the lathe of motion

(just shout your mouth of this sin)

I’m watching now your eyebrow

Clared is gotta back around again ahha

And then is gotta back around again ahha

Then is gotta back got around again, ahha

Tuesday lost my youth

Thursday lost my love

( and then is gotta back around and heal ahha)

Sunday lost my hair

( and then is gotta back around and heal ahha)

One two, one two, is illogic to taste

If I fall for the stress, violence and dismissed

I’ve like small friends in tasting, told in disgusting

My question if this work’s overstressing

Usin’ it they’ve all my attention

They do at least have shorts of attention

I’d like conclusing ‘cause I’m getting to dance

And is amazing how this Baby X set into adventure

Tuesday lost my youth

Thursday lost my love

Sunday lost my hair

Tuesday lost my youth

Thursday lost my love

Sunday lost my hair

Let’s talk about Monday

Let’s talk about Monday

Let’s talk about Monday

Let’s talk about Monday

Let’s talk about Monday.