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ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Monday, the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away, ooh
Tuesday I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday my luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade
I wish Friday could last forever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty-four hours
Oh no, I'm going back home on Sunday
I'm so sad, alone
