Charlotte Martin - Days Of The Week lyrics

It's Monday morning and the coffee's on the brill

The sun's a warning, sending signals to the moon

I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits

I cant believe myself

And I can hardly stand it anymore

It's Tuesday morning

I file my nails and wash my hair

You're still sleeping like I'm hardly even there

The smell of tangerines are floating through the window

I wonder if someday I'll turn into your widow or your maid

It's Wednesday morning

I think you may have tried to cheat

I smell the perfume on the inside of your sleeve

I must admit I know I can be uite obsessive

I get dramatic and I'm ready to confess it to the lord

It's Thursday morning

I could be pregnant; could be bored

I want to love you

I want to be the staple sword

We might be out of soap or real communication

And all the tricks my little brain plays on my nerves

They need to end

It's Friday morning

Thank god the weekend's almost here

Let's get some breakfast and get far away from here

So I can tell you that I am a secret agent

Who's stationed in a small hotel in Southeast Asia

But that's a lie, you know I've never even been there

I tend to get real bored with my own head and try to make you care.