Текст песни Sweet Mondays

Lately my Mondays have been coming up gold If the day was a deal well baby I'd be sold Sun is shining, the blue is deep, You're really sweeping me off a my feet And outside its just hit 32 degrees Mondays a different day for us More like a weekend, no need to rush And I finished the gig early last night Everyone's at work no one to hear me hold you tight Oh Sweet Mondays Now when I get high, I just get higher Now when I get drunk it's because I want to You're living down on ol' Jenkin St, near where the sun, sea, sky they meet And outside its just hit 32 degrees Oh Sweet Mondays