It was Monday morning,
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ten o' clock,
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it seemed a perfect day
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I saw a girl,
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plucked up courage,
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then I heard me say:
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"I think you're beautiful,
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I really think
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you're made for me
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and if you want
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I'll take the apple
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from the lemon tree
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We could be lazy on a summer-day
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and if you wanted we could walk away"
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Won't you be my lover
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We could walk right through the rain
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we could hold each other
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on this lazy summer day
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She looked me
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up and down,
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finally she turned away
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Once more again
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I plucked up courage
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then I heard me say:
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"I think you won't ever
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know what you're
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going to miss,
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when you don't
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at least give it
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a try with a kiss
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We could be lazy on a summer-day
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and if you wanted we could walk away"
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Won't you be my lover
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We could walk right trough the rain
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we could hold each other
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on this lazy summer day
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Days have gone by
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Thank goodness I tried,
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your decision was right
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And all the days went
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one, two, three, four, five
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The lucky Monday morning girl
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she changed my life
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And now we are crazy on a summer-night
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we will be lazy on when the sun shines bright
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We're making love until the morning light
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She will be my lover,
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and we walk right through the rain
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Now we hold each other
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on this lazy summerday
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Monday Morning Girl
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Fool's Garden |