Tuesday morning then the afternoon
The weekend long gone now she's in a cocoon
She says someday I'll be butterfly
And fly away
Just another day in paradise
Got another car just to add some spice
Baby's working late again isn't nice
But she's got a pretty face
Her soul cries out from a deeper place
Tired of a superficial space
Wanting real love and an honest face
Cause things are things and a heart
Can't be replaced
Thursday is here and a little wine
Sitting in the sun by the pool this time
Waiting for the weekend so she can feel alive
The days are long
Her soul cries out from a deeper place
Tired of a superficial space
Wanting real love and an honest face
Cause things are things and a heart...
Can't be replaced