Song: A Pretty Sight for a Sore Monday

Well what can I say?

I come in, and what do I see?

It's been awhile, we both can agree

Work's burdens been so heavily on me

Push to limits, with no turn of a cheek

But then I see, And now I feel so at ease

Like when a storm hits, then the sun shines,

And the rain is as gentle as the blue sky

You're a pretty sight for a sore Monday

Every time

Verse II

Its raining today

Ain't really much to say

Cold blow of my fist, into walls,

It's what I think about, on one typical Monday, all day

Words I think about are as cold as the wind blowing in my face

Yes, there are even people that I think, I do hate

The blues is taken control of me

But what do I see?

A site for a sore eye evidently

I then have no reason to think of a fight

You're a pretty sight for a sore Monday

Every time

Verse III

Well, what else could I say?

In this poetic society,

I'm tired of thinking,

And reading the lines in between

So I'll just say one more thing

Maybe for you it'll mean something

I won't think it anymore, I will say it

I'm done, through on thinking about it

I have no reason to be shy

You're a pretty sight for a sore Monday, every time…

And now I see your rainy day,

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