Monday, the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away oooh
Tuesday, I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at meWednesday, I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrowAnd then on Thursday, my luck had changed
She stood there all alone, I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more, for memories to fadeI wish Friday would last for ever
I held her close to me, I couldn't bear to leave her thereSaturday, just twenty four hours
Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday
Oooh so sad alone |
