On Monday

On Monday, I met you,
I liked you, I liked you
It's Monday, bad day
But good day for us, good for us
You wouldn't let me kiss you
Wouldn't let me kiss you
Wouldn't let me kiss you
And that is why you are my kinda guy.

Then Tuesday I called you, ignored me straight voice mail
You texted back saying play hard to get ready set
You wouldn't let me see you
Wouldn't let me see you
Wouldn't let me see you
Got so depressed, by your text
Still I thought, you're the best.

Cause I've been sold to the ni-i-ight
That to take my time is just not my style.

Then Wednesday, black coffee
Pure talking, clean touching
Oh Wednesday, hump day
But we just held hands
We held hands
You wouldn't let me take you
Wouldn't let me take you
Wouldn't let me take you
Oh I'll wait for the day you say I gotta stay.

And I felt torn to the ni-i-ight
You gave a inch of time, I gave a mile
I've been sold to the ni-i-ight
Cause you take it slow, it's not my style.

Then Thursday, like Tuesday
Your day off, from me
But Friday busy and Saturday too
What's up with you?
You don't wanna kiss me
You don't wanna see me
You don't wanna take me
So let me go
But you said... this thing I know
You are cute, but juveni-i-ile
Don't you know the greatest love takes the greatest while.

So take my hand
And take the try
For just a mile
And then another mile
Be patient
For that one day
Look, lover
It's Sunday!
Maybe It can work awhile
Maybe I'm not far way from comin' down the aisle
But I wanna kiss you now
And kiss you 'Till Monday.