Thursdays - Lovestoned

Morning news the coffee's getting cold
Thursday again yeah this is getting old
The clock at work is always slowing down
My desk's a boat running aground
It's like just a number seven bus
Goes by and leaves me standing in the dust
I'm glad you're here to help me fill the years
But we both know we're going to tears
Give me a few silly Saturdays
I'll take the God it's finally Friday's
Or a lot of lazy Sundays
If we have a million more to go
Let's live them all and make them heydays then
Than just a bunch of Thursdays in a row
Oh oh oh ohh
Not a bunch of Thursdays no
Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row
Wanna feel that took you in a wheel
Inside a box where all the doors are sealed
I want my feet to dance on different ground
We'll get somewhere not sit around
Give me a few silly Saturdays
I'll take the God it's finally Friday's
Or a lot of lazy Sundays
If we have a million more to go
Let's live them all and make them heydays then
Than just a bunch of Thursdays in rowa
Oh oh oh ohh
Not a bunch of Thursdays no
Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row
How about we add a little spice
I'll take you on a rollercoaster ride
So throw your hands up in the air
Hold your breathe and maybe close your eyes
Give me a few silly Saturdays
I'll take the God it's finally Friday's
Or a lot of lazy Sundays
If we have a million more to go
Let's live them all and make them heydays then
Than just a bunch of Thursdays in a row
Oh oh oh ohh
Not a bunch of Thursdays no
Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row
Oh oh oh ohh
Not a bunch of Thursdays no
Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row