Monday is grey
Tuesday is blue
Wednesday is yellow
Like honey tastes of you
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Thursday would be sweet
Friday such a treat
Saturday may not be lonely
If we were to meet
And all the boring sundays gone, hand in hand with you
It was on a summers day
She wandered empty streets
Past the shop displays down
In a swimming pool, far from the city's frown
She bath'd her breasts, to take the heat away
She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Monday is grey
Tuesday is blue
Wednesday is yellow
Like honey tastes of you
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
David Blangstrup - Girl Lyrics
David Blangstrup - Girl Lyrics
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Monday is grey
Tuesday is blue
Wednesday is yellow
Like honey tastes of you
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Thursday would be sweet
Friday such a treat
Saturday may not be lonely
If we were to meet
And all the boring sundays gone, hand in hand with you
It was on a summers day
She wandered empty streets
Past the shop displays down
In a swimming pool, far from the city's frown
She bath'd her breasts, to take the heat away
She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Monday is grey
Tuesday is blue
Wednesday is yellow
Like honey tastes of you
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Tuesday is blue
Wednesday is yellow
Like honey tastes of you
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Thursday would be sweet
Friday such a treat
Saturday may not be lonely
If we were to meet
And all the boring sundays gone, hand in hand with you
It was on a summers day
She wandered empty streets
Past the shop displays down
In a swimming pool, far from the city's frown
She bath'd her breasts, to take the heat away
She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Monday is grey
Tuesday is blue
Wednesday is yellow
Like honey tastes of you
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew
Writer: David Blangstrup
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