On Mondays I appreciate my lover.

And on Tuesdays my thoughts wander to another.

On Wednesday I'm a free bird.

And Thursday I'm in need.
On a cold one I may even cling.

But Friday I'd prefer an older man.
Friday night I like 'em young.

When Saturday rolls around I lust for a softer touch,
Except in Spring I want to be thrown ******* my back.

But by mid-Sunday my head may clear
and sometime before Monday I choose to comfort myself

In your arms.