It's all but one monday in May,
but a fair maiden as I
want nothing more,
want nothing much,
than to make a mistake.
To forget June, July,
and the mayday,
or the dread of next monday.
I want to walk at the beach, feet on sand,
like I have any other choice...
I want to eat mangoes in an island,
hear your morning voice...
I want to feel your lips, hold your hand,
as if you have any other choice...
I know you want to feel my hips,
so make up your mind.
You are running out of time.
Either hear my moans or my plain voice...
Make up your mind.
While I make you my man,
and make your mondays fun.
So make up your ******* mind.
You are running out of god-given time.
Make me your woman,
and make my mornings warm.
Make love to me at dawn,
I'll kiss your doubts away to sundown.
We'll make love until the fall of this town,
we'll build a new kingdom without a crown.