You thought you could survive a life alone   Love was not a stranger, and you could recognize the dangers   And soon you found yourself surrounded by these walls      Then there was the day he came along   He had found a weakness, and every look he gave just left you breathless   And lying there beside him, you're searching for some words to say   In hopes he'll stay another day, but      Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing   And Thursday is wasted like a Friday, with you waiting for the call   But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in   He's gonna take his chances, you're a Monday morning girl      My room, it is a canvas to explore   Your inspiration, at the least, could fill these walls with masterpieces   And fill your heart 'til it can take no more      How is it that he makes you feel alive again   When in your arms I'd feel like dying, and what's the use in even trying   No song, no poem, no painting that is scrawled upon the walls and ceiling   Could express the way I feel about you, but      Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing   And Thursday is wasted like a Friday, with you waiting for the call   But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in   He's gonna take his chances, you're a Monday morning girl      Oh, everyday you make me feel   Yeah, seven days a week you make me feel   And every single day you make me feel alive      Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing   And Thursday night is just like Friday, where you're stuck inside and waiting for the call   But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in   And I'm taking chances on a Monday morning girl      Tuesday is spent believing his Wednesday is room for breathing   And Thursday night is just like Friday, where you're stuck inside and waiting for the call   But Saturday's for weekend women kept for the Sunday sleep-in   And I'm taking chances on a Monday morning girl