It’s monday, it’s morning and she can’t stop
To think about the next weekend
Honey get out the bed, the clock!
The time is always running, turning into sand!

Put your porn style pants and go ahead!
Always on the edge, as a chronic desease
You star to live at midnight, at 3 you’re dead
She’s pretty tied up and I’m not so pleased
Clean up your fingers!
Clean up your mind!
Try to not linger!
Thinkin you’re doing fine!

Get out of the city
Turn off the lights before you leave
Make up it! Get pretty!
You’ll get the guilt by get it easy!
Last friday she said was time to break
To get a new life and fid someone who cares
To feel the truth wind, without need to fake
A hundred miles per hour with some pain to share

A stopped heart, a sweet desire!
She was just trying something she’s never had
And all her love, now it’s a reason to hate
Never forget what your father said!
Clean up your fingers!
Clean up your mind!
Try to not linger!
Thinkin you’re doing fine!

Get out of the city
Turn off the lights before you leave
Make up it! Get pretty!
You’ll get the guilt by get it easy!

Composição: Lucas Pavão