It's monday, it's morning and she can't stop To think about the next weekend Honey get out the bed, the clock! The time is always running, turning into sand!
Put your porn style pants and go ahead! Always on the edge, as a chronic desease You star to live at midnight, at 3 you're dead She's pretty tied up and I'm not so pleased Clean up your fingers! Clean up your mind! Try to not linger! Thinkin you're doing fine!
Get out of the city Turn off the lights before you leave Make up it! Get pretty! You'll get the guilt by get it easy! Last friday she said was time to break To get a new life and fid someone who cares To feel the truth wind, without need to fake A hundred miles per hour with some pain to share
A stopped heart, a sweet desire! She was just trying something she's never had And all her love, now it's a reason to hate Never forget what your father said! Clean up your fingers! Clean up your mind! Try to not linger! Thinkin you're doing fine!
Get out of the city Turn off the lights before you leave Make up it! Get pretty! You'll get the guilt by get it easy!