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On monday, i waiting..

On tuesday, i crying..

On wednesday, i smiling..

On thursday, i laughing..

On Friday, i can't sleep..

On saturday, you hurt me..

On sunday, i don't know what love is..


When I was young..
I never needed anyone..
And making love was just for fun..
Those days are gone..

Now I'm a little girl..
In the big cruel world..

Hard to be sure..
Sometimes I feel so insecure..
And loves so distant and obscure..
Remains the cure..