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 hard on my back.
But by mid-Sunday my head may clear
and sometime before Monday I choose to comfort myself
In your arms.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
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 hard on my back.
But by mid-Sunday my head may clear
and sometime before Monday I choose to comfort myself
In your arms.