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ON A MONDAY MORNING (Cyril Tawny) Too soon to be out of me bed, Too soon to be back to this bus queue caper, Fumbling for change for me picture paper, On a Monday morning. Oh, where has the weekend gone? Oh, where are the wine and the beer I tasted? Gone the same way as the pay I wasted, On a Monday morning. If only the birds were booze, If only the sun was a party giver, If I could just give someone else me liver, On a Monday morning. My lover she lies asleep, My lover is warm, and her heart is mellow, I'd give the whole world just to share her pillow, On a Monday morning. Repeat verse 1. @love filename[ MONMORN DC  8note Sheet |
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