(Deacon)
Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh
Tuesday I saw here down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday I didn·t see her
I hoped that she·d be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday my luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade
I wish Friday could last forever
I held her close to me
I couldn·t bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I·m goïng back home on Sunday
Ooh so sad alone
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