Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Good to you She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to

I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe I feel it coming, babe You've been scared of love and what it did to you You don't have to run, I know what you've been through Just a simple touch and it can set you free We don't have to rush when you're alone

Here comes the sound of the sirens I tell myself I love the silence But maybe I just wanna hear the sound of the sirens Three weeks down, but you're on the mend You swear that you're free from my passenger seat As we drive through the night, 'til it

Ain't nothin' like watchin' a bunch of young'ns Run screamin' through the sprinkler in their little bare feet And ain't nothin' like finding twenty dollars In the pocket of the britches that you wore last week I like kickin' back on the sofa Flippin'

I'm so happy that I can't stop crying, I'm laughing through my tears, I'm laughing through my tears." Seven weeks have passed now since she left me And she shows her face to ask me how I am. She says the kids are fine and that they miss me, Maybe I could

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Baby I would die for you, yeah I would die for you Even though we're going through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind, 'cause baby You know what I'm thinkin'

I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do