Burnt out on Sunday
Nothing comes free
She called on Monday morning
But not for me
Yesterdays flooded
Red like the ocean tide
Lay down my lover
Whisper little dirty white lies
Look at this my blue eyed Monday
Don't pretend my blue eyed girl
Look at this my blue eyed Monday
Shake your fists but it won't do any good
Yesterday's flooded
Dark like the deepest sea
Lay down my lover
Do good to me
Look at this my blue eyed Monday
Don't pretend my blue eyed girl
Look at this my blue eyed Monday
Shake your fists but it won't do any good
Lick my lips, shake my hips
And go down into it
Like my lips, shake my hips
And go down...