Monday Morning Lyrics - Breakfast - Teleman

I don't care 

if it's saturday night 

or monday morning 

under the plastic sky 

i fell asleep 

with the radio on 

I started dreaming 

you were in every song 

and i don't care 

if you were yellow or red 

standing very tall 

on your feather bed 

you're falling apart 

with your best clothes on 

listen to the music 

you're in every song 

drifting through de night 

whatever you're thinking of me 

you're probably right 

give me one song 

so small 

surely only you can see 

whoever you're waking up with now 

you still want me 

and are you trying to dance 

underneath the sea 

moving slowly 

coming up to me 

what in the world 

could make you really feel 

you think it's made of plastic 

i think it might be me