Monday Monday

de Fanny

I've to get you out of her clutches
I've got to pull you out of your hole
I want to push you over for good
If I could, I would sell my soul

I wish that it were already over
And we could find a place of our own
I wonder will you make it all right
Every night as I sit alone

Knock on my door
Knock on my door
I'll be waiting for you

It hurts me to pretend I don't know you
To pass you with a nod on the street
It hurts me that we're wasting our time
Trying to find a safe place to meet

I wonder how you kept it a secret
I think that I would die if she knew
I wonder what she's going to say
When she finds that I've taken you

Knock on my door
Knock on my door
I'll be waiting for you

Games that two people play for love
Are like any other games in life
Someone loses, someone wins in every round

Knock on my door
Knock on my door
I'll be waiting for you

I've to get you out of her clutches
(Knock on my door)
I want to get your own to myself
(Knock on my door)

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