Monday, the start of my holiday Freedom for just one week Feels good to get away, ooh
Tuesday I saw her down on the beach I stood and watched a while And she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday I didn't see her I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow And then on Thursday my luck had changed She stood there all alone I went and asked her name I never thought that this could happen to me In only seven days It would take a hundred or more For memories to fade
I wish Friday could last forever I held her close to me I couldn't bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty-four hours Oh no, I'm going back home on Sunday I'm so sad, alone
