Monday was just a conversation,
The next few the phone had a constant buzz,
By the time we hit the weekend,
She was phoning me up drunk just cause,
Saw me on the sunday night,
And then thing got a little bit rare,
Leaving us both accomplished,
Just holding hands while we sit and stare,
Cracking back through to Monday,
She's scared that it's all going too fast,
Left me spinning out for a few days,
But then back in the game at last.
Then Thursday she gave it to me,
and on Friday I made up my mind,
But Saturday she had to blow me off,
Sunday there were few kind words to find.
So we find ourselves back at Monday,
Trying to kiss her and make things right,
But she said she couldn't keep me going,
And suprise to all I'm forgotten In a fortnight
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