There are times.
When you stays constantly on my mind.
Not money.
Not work.
Controls it this much.

There are time.
When you occupy my thoughts.
At night.
At morning.
And even noon too.
And I've been told.
I'm stuck in seven days of love.

They state that sunday's when it's the smoothest.
And that monday seems to be the hectic.
While tuesday bring out my coolness.
And that wednesday just falls in between.

I know.
I'm stuck in seven days of love.
Just loving you.
Just loving you.

And when thursday comes.
My love gets more serious.
And friday and saturday was made for us to enjoy.
I know one thing.
I'm stuck in seven days of love.