every day,I need You here with me You make me see You're all I need come rain CHORUS Come rain on me Wash all of me away 'Til only you remain Come rain
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blood She told me that her baby daddy was a thug Now it is what it is and it was not was I'm hot at lil' mama like what Monday Morn stack tryna get
Whoo! Monday morning came too soon I think about you now Layin' in my room Hearing everything you said I play it back A hundred times in my head Then
Cause her cowboys back in town The cowboys back in town Nobody knows where she goes every other weekend Monday morning comes rolling back around... she wont be coming
news the rain on the path leaking into me shoes an i do talk to meself cos i'm my only best friend it's sunday night nearly monday morning again Same
that, Saadiq you a fool man Come out to the west coast more often Aww it sounds good, ooh What was you talkin' about? Yeah I got to leave here this mornin
now She said not now, she said not now It is an early Monday morning The sun is becoming bright on the land No one is watching as he comes a walking
into my Monday morning rain You taught me happiness just one time It keeps on coming back again and again and a You brought your Sunday morning sunshine Here into my Monday morning rain
a job but they treat you like shit [x4] You giro hasn't come surprise surprise Walking in the rain to the dole you go They'll keep you all morning so
morning when the day's begun "Hello Good morning, how are you?" And in the evening or the noonday sun "What a lovely afternoon!" Well I've been living next to you Bluesy Monday
'm dreaming It could be on the streets of L.A. It could be on a Monday morning On a daylight train It could happen when I'm lonely Looking out on the rain
I wake up in the morning Pull the blinds and see the sunshine And I wonder if this Monday Will wipe the rain of yesterday Le'ts go fishin' down the river
in times like this? And How good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss? These feelings exist. Let it rain on monday morning right before the world
Monday mornings filled with pouring rain You've been pushin' me 'round for a long time now Chicago winds don't know how to give in Don't come 'round
those good old Four Tops songs Won't somebody tell me Where have all the good times gone? Stolen moments in the smoky room Monday mornings that would come
to the gate It landed in the pouring rain Twenty minutes late Stopping right on the mark And they do it every day It's just another boring Monday morning
