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..