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It's Monday mornin' and the coffee's on the
The sun's a warnin', sendin' to the moon
I rise and fall in my rusted habits
I can't believe myself and I can hardly stand it

It's mornin', I file my nails and wash my hair
You're still sleepin' like I'm hardly even
The smell of tangerines are through the window
I wonder if someday I'll turn into your widow or your

It's Wednesday mornin', I you may have tried to cheat
I smell the perfume on the inside of sleeve
I must admit I I can be quite obsessive
I get and I'm ready to confess it to the Lord

It's mornin', I could be pregnant, could be bored
I want to love you, I want to be the staple
We might be out of or real communication
And all the tricks my brain plays on my nerves they need to end

It's Friday mornin', thank god the almost here
Let's get some and get far away from here
So I can tell you I am a secret agent
Who's stationed in a small in Southeast Asia

But that's a lie, you know never even been there
I tend to get real bored my own head
And try to make you