mondays, oh-i-hate mondays, they make me-hee so steamed!
Lay it down now Brother.
We don't have time for
A Jealous lover.
As you enter this life, I pray you'll depart
With a wrinkled face and a brand new heart.
Another monday begins, the usual fanfare of blasting alarm-clock-radio music. At work by Nine, leaving even before She's out of bed. Isn't that exciting?