Twenty-Four Seven · 8 July 2003
When Monday comes, the grind starts again
Then Tuesday morning, with no sight of the end
Up before dawn
Workin’ all day long
Wednesday drags on; they say it’s hump day
Thursday’s just a day away from payday
The week’s almost through
I want to be with you
Chorus:
I’m workin’ twenty-four hours to be with you
Twenty-four hours to see it through
Twenty-four hours
I’m workin’ twenty-four hours
When Friday night comes, I’m there at the bar
But I’m not drinkin’, I’m just playin’ guitar
And singin’ my songs
I’m playin’ all night long
And then you walk in with a smile on your face
You walk down and take a seat at your place
A table for one
Until my songs are done
Chorus
When Saturday comes, I spend all day with you
And then night time comes and I’m playing for you
There’s a crowd it’s true
But I only play for you
Then Sunday comes and the week’s almost through
I start longing that day just to be with you
All my life
I just want you as my wife
© 2003 Michael T. Miyoshi
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