I don't wanna play on Monday I don't wanna play on Monday Pinned to my memory Not just another Monday It seems like such a lie Monday, it seems like
? I don't wanna play, on Monday I don't wanna play, on Monday Pinned to my memory Not just another Monday It seems like such a lie Monday, it seems
Traduction: The Living End. Lundi.
Monday I don't wanna play, on Monday Pinned to my memory Not just another Monday It seems like such a lie Monday, it seems like such a lie Monday, it
Oakland Got the munchies for some soul food So we stopped to get a bite to eat At the local barbeque It's just another borin' Monday An' there's nothin
friend Is a friend to the end and it?s oh so simple A man is a man and a woman is a woman But the times we are living in demand That a man can change
that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood I got it bad And that ain't good But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I end
,i see your face As i walk on by past that awful place 23 hours in a cell Each and every day just locked up living hell, living hell, living hell Feltham
til the end, tell a friend bitch Won't change for no paper plus I been rich Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em Women been fuckin them HUH? You see I live
[John Cena at a live show] It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD {*crowd cheers*} SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD {*more cheering*} [Tazz]
that we?re living proof You could try to fight the feeling But I can?t see the use It?s a shame that in the end It was all drug induced CHORUS
block, when the block is hot (hold it down) I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation [Verse 2: Nas] Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder
back now I got the this feeling that she feelin the same About to end this feeling games and just ask her her name [Hook:] So the next day monday Im
breath sitting on the tailgate polo to the boxers Bubba is the truth you a homo if it shocks ya reppin loud and proud with my buddies from Atlanta you trying to live
I could hear myself clear from the living room ruptured pain to fear family's dying soon look in my eye what do you see lover y amigo tambien enemy because
morning when the day's begun - "Hello Good morning, how are you?" And in the evening or the noonday sun - "What a lovely afternoon!" Well I've been living next to you Bluesy Monday
