Monday morning was all I hoped it would be
(borrowed from the Mamas &
But Monday Morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee, that weekend eating would still
be here with me.
Monday, Monday, can't trust that day, Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Sunday morning gave me a warning of what Monday would be, Monday, Monday, how could
those pounds stay here with me?
Every other day, every other day, of the week is fi-i-ine
But when the weekend comes, but when the weekend comes, you find me eating all of the
Monday, Monday, I've been bad to me, Monday morning the scales aren't what I hoped they
would be. Monday morning, this is a warning, not a guarantee, that Monday evening, I will
be better to me.
Monday, Monday, so good to me, Monday, Monday, I'll do better, see . . .and next Monday morning I'll be where I need to be . . .