Well it's a shame about MondaynIt starts when it endsnYou've got all of your workdays to play with your friendsnYou're blacker than laquernAnd smarter than Jean (?)nAnd when you drink too much you're condescending and meannnWell I saw you leaving the other nightnWith a dark haired guy on a motorbikenAnd all my friends say they saw you drunk in the clubsnTalking really loud about how you're in lovennHey TinanYou're much meanernThan you evernWere to me beforennYou're so bitchynYou make me itchynCan't you just turn me on some morenAnd morenAnd morenSo much morennNow it's already WednesdaynTuesday never camenThe first three days always feel the samenYou see your weekend coming and start planning your funnYou can't get excited till your week is donennRaise your glass to your mouth but don't take a sipnJust touch the glass to your bottom lipnAll the guys at the bar keep staring you downnJust another see through guy in townnnHey TinanYou're much meanernThan you evernWere to me beforennYou're so bitchynYou make me itchynCan't you just turn me on some morenAnd morenAnd morenSo much morennWell on and on and on and onnI don't want to wait till our drinks are donenOn and on and off and onnCan't we just take a little bit of time to get onnnHey TinanYou're much meanernThan you evernWere to me beforennYou're so bitchynYou make me itchynCan't you just turn me on some morennHey TinanYou're much meanernThan you were to me beforennYou're so bitchynYou make me itchynCan't you just turn me on some morenAnd morenAnd more