You ask too much of me You try my patience Your tongue - it's like a razor You choose your words like weapons Here we go - Battlestations
I never have the guts to let you look inside I don't think you'd appreciate the things that I hide
CHORUS: Monday was the worst day And Friday wasn't my day But Wednesday was the best day Because on Wednesday night we made love All I'm trying to give you is a good time honey Why d'ya have to keep on playing games with my head Used to be your baby when you had no money Now we spend more time in battle Than we ever do in bed (Than we ever do in bed)
You don't know how much I hate that answer phone Are you standing there? But - you won't pick up the 'phone Why lie to my face? (When you can buy a tape machine to give me bullshit in your place)
Today I did something I thought I'd never do I opened up your diary and read about you
CHORUS
Monday was the worst day Wednesday we made love And Friday - ooh but - Saturday, is today, is what I'm thinking of Come in baby- come in close (Take off your designer clothes) 'Cos you know what I'm thinking of Do you remember me, do you remember us - Do you remember love?
Сидят в подземном переходе рядом гадалка и музыкант. Прохожих нет, скучно. Гадалка: - Давай, черноголовый погадаю! - Да у меня денег нет тебе заплатить... - А я так погадаю. - Ну ладно... - протягивая руку. - Линии твоей руки говорят о двух вещах в твоей судьбе - хорошем и плохом. О чем хочешь узнать сначала? - Давай о хорошем. - Когда ты умрешь, будешь в раю дирижировать самым большим симфоническим оркестром, составленным из лучших музыкантов всех времен. - Боже, я не осмеливался даже мечтать об этом! А какая плохая новость? - Первая репетиция - завтра.
