Ball music
That like a ball
Bounces, it shifts, and returns to the angle I choose
Which is not simple
And I leave with my back to the door
And make her a bit rapt
Of those who approach the sofa and dive from the limit
But with unusual movements
And I go out that's already Tuesday
Even Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, then there is the Saturday and finally Sunday
That is more and more frantic
So doesn't remain that one day
In which I am in call to ask
My sacred right to implode
And without controversy
You can not give up to a special evening
That begins so
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Ho detto: eh!
I'm in the area
I already miss the air
I'll jump, I think, if it makes sense to play in advance
But almost look like a sloth
In order:
I turn the phone off
I pull off the intercom
I set the satellite
I also change the personal data
Only for practical purposes
I've been busy since Tuesday
Watch on Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, and then there is the Saturday
And finally Sunday,
That is always hypercaloric
So there is only one day for a special statute
Where I can use a dim right of replies
For an insane record
I just have to put my arms around
And wait here
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Ah! we can not give up
One was special
That begins so
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!
Every holy Monday!