Girl

Monday is grey Tuesday is blue Wednesday is yellow Like honey tastes of you And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew Thursday would be sweet Friday such a treat Saturday may not be lonely If we were to meet And all the boring sundays gone, hand in hand with you It was on a summers day She wandered empty streets Past the shop displays down In a swimming pool, far from the city’s frown She bath'd her breasts, to take the heat away She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew Monday is grey Tuesday is blue Wednesday is yellow Like honey tastes of you And all the sweetest flowres, that in the city grew