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Monday Morning Girl Lyrics - Brian Vander Ark - Brian Vander Ark

You thought you could survive a life alone 

Love was not a stranger, and you could recognize the dangers 

And soon you found yourself surrounded by these walls 

 

Then there was the day he came along 

He had found a weakness, and every look he gave just left you breathless 

And lying there beside him, you're searching for some words to say 

In hopes he'll stay another day, but 

 

Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing 

And Thursday is wasted like a Friday, with you waiting for the call 

But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in 

He's gonna take his chances, you're a Monday morning girl 

 

My room, it is a canvas to explore 

Your inspiration, at the least, could fill these walls with masterpieces 

And fill your heart 'til it can take no more 

 

How is it that he makes you feel alive again 

When in your arms I'd feel like dying, and what's the use in even trying 

No song, no poem, no painting that is scrawled upon the walls and ceiling 

Could express the way I feel about you, but 

 

Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing 

And Thursday is wasted like a Friday, with you waiting for the call 

But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in 

He's gonna take his chances, you're a Monday morning girl 

 

Oh, everyday you make me feel 

Yeah, seven days a week you make me feel 

And every single day you make me feel alive 

 

Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing 

And Thursday night is just like Friday, where you're stuck inside and waiting for the call 

But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in 

And I'm taking chances on a Monday morning girl 

 

Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing 

And Thursday night is just like Friday, where you're stuck inside and waiting for the call 

But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in 

And I'm taking chances on a Monday morning girl