I love her, today. Cause it's Wednesday, I won't be late. I don't need to know if you're feeling when I'm free. . Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday. Sunday but on Thursday
Monday's child is fair of face. And Tuesday's child is full of grace. Wednesday's child is full of woe. But Thursday's child has far to go. . Things look mighty black for Thursday's child. Troub
I won't wear makeup on Thursday. I'm sick of covering up. I'm tired of feeling so broken. I'm tired of falling in love. Sometimes I'm shy, and I'm anxious. Sometimes I'm down on my knees. Sometimes I
. . Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey. Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey. . So I started driving. And left my home behind me. The row there kept reminding. Of pages in your
* them you see my face. My body is yours . For Thursday. . It seems that pain and regret are your best friends. Ooooh, oh yeah. Cause everything you do leads to them, right, right, right. Yeah
All of my life I've tried so hard. Doing my best with what I had. Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart. A whisper of hope that seemed to fail. Maybe I'm born right out
