On Any Day Of The Fucking Week

On any day of the fucking week
If our eyes should meet would you feel the heat?
On any day of the fucking week
Would you cross the street to squash this beef?
On any day of the fucking week
Would you find yourself in the driver's seat
On any day of the fucking week
Yeah I'd crash your car and steal your weed
On any day of the week

On any day of the fucking week

It's so hard to explain
This joy I can't contain
In the end it seems, the truth will humble us all
But the fact remains, that you don't even know me at all
You don't even know me at all
On any day of the week

On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week
On any day of the fucking week



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Tabor
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