What side of the bed will you wake up on come Monday, May 8th 2017?
Monday, Monday, so good to me Monday mornin´, it was all I hoped it would be Oh Monday mornin´, Monday mornin´ couldn´t guarantee That Monday evenin´ you would still be here with me
Cold raindrops that bead up on my forehead give me wings, They give me the urge to get away from you My tears and weapons It is my anguish more than my hatred My tears, oh my tears Oh God, oh how much I hurt!