One Sunday morning I met your eyes
Your coolest wise and then your smiles
And the next morning I saw you and your lot
In the school parking lot you seemed alone in the riot
Tuesday’s a sunniest day ever in my life
We’re shaking hands and then I knew your name
Wednesday I knew that you know I’m alive
Not just hoping like a nerdy lame
Thursday I knew that you’re a least talker
Chewing over your answer for so long
Ending it up doubting your own words
Hei love on Friday I were waiting for your answer
Saturday the worst weekend I had
You said no as the answer
The late I tried to get you out of my head
But you there as my dream weaver
This Sunday morning now I’m meeting your eyes
Still with your coolest wise though without your smile
And in this morning you’re not with your lot
There a fake Barb in your arm with a damn stupid smile
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