I became a Monday child
Whole life became a weekend
Mmm, it's Monday soon again now
And I live for tonight
Late nights, empty bottles
Fivehundred postpones the problem for a while (for the moment)
But I think soon everyone's
Had enough of me
What have you done of your, for your, with yourself
The situation is so messed up
What have you done, to you it's always the weekend
And the weekend has to end
Was born 5 o'clock on a Saturday
I always long for someplace else but never home
Would want to take it later, what's gonna become of me
There's days like today, hopeless mornings
When I wake up like a wreck
Oh, I notice that everyone's had enough - had enough of me
What have you done of your, for your, with yourself
The situation is so messed up
What have you done, to you it's always the weekend
And the weekend has to end
I became a Monday child
Whole life became a weekend
It's Monday soon again now
And I live for tonight
Born on a Saturday, Mom called me a disco girl
So on a Saturday, yeah you'll know where to find me
Born on a Saturday, Mom called me a disco girl
But you ask yourself...
What have you done of your, for your, with yourself
The situation is so messed up
What have you done, to you it's always the weekend
And the weekend has to end
What have you done of your, for your, with yourself
The situation is so messed up
What have you done, Ve-ronica, with yourself
The weekend has to end...
You're a Monday child
You're a Monday child