You thought you could survive a life alonenLove was not a stranger, and you could recognize the dangersnAnd soon you found yourself surrounded by these wallsnnThen there was the day he came alongnHe had found a weakness, and every look he gave just left you breathlessnAnd lying there beside him, you're searching for some words to saynIn hopes he'll stay another day, butnnTuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathingnAnd Thursday is wasted like a Friday, with you waiting for the callnBut Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-innHe's gonna take his chances, you're a Monday morning girlnnMy room, it is a canvas to explorenYour inspiration, at the least, could fill these walls with masterpiecesnAnd fill your heart 'til it can take no morennHow is it that he makes you feel alive againnWhen in your arms I'd feel like dying, and what's the use in even tryingnNo song, no poem, no painting that is scrawled upon the walls and ceilingnCould express the way I feel about you, butnnTuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathingnAnd Thursday is wasted like a Friday, with you waiting for the callnBut Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-innHe's gonna take his chances, you're a Monday morning girlnnOh, everyday you make me feelnYeah, seven days a week you make me feelnAnd every single day you make me feel alivennTuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathingnAnd Thursday night is just like Friday, where you're stuck inside and waiting for the callnBut Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-innAnd I'm taking chances on a Monday morning girlnnTuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathingnAnd Thursday night is just like Friday, where you're stuck inside and waiting for the callnBut Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-innAnd I'm taking chances on a Monday morning girl