Six days a week you’re a complete stranger and I can’t seem to catch your eye. Monday your face shows nothing but danger, Tuesday you just don’t reply. Wednesday you pass like a wave in the ocean but you don’t even wave goodbye. Thursday in vain I will wait by your house but Friday I am counting the hours. Saturday you’re just a phone call away. My heart starts beating and your words repeating. Saturday you’re just a phone call away. So pick up, pick up, come on, let your body talk. I’d love to come closer but talking is a start. I’ll just rest my head here and listen to your heart. Try to get up on a cold Sunday morning. I turn my head and see your face. You quickly wake up, disappear without warning. Monday I am counting the days.
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