And I'm off to find You CHORUS Running away from the sin in me Running away, running away Running away from the sin in me (2x) So from my wrongs I'll stay away
Übersetzung: Monday Morning. Running Away.
too late, to let all your feelings show Go on, til the night is swept away I'm running from the city lights I'm running from this empty life I'm running
Flow for'em No lemme sing for em Just sing for'em (R. Kelly) Check It Mr. Kell Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips Running ya mouth
out on a limb, hold on Take me away, Monday morning breakdown It's here to stay, early warning cry You can't escape, that Monday morning breakdown Come
through Yeah, so [CHORUS] Will you still love me on a Monday morning 72 hours ain't that long Will you still love me on Monday morning Will you hold
the night away Shorty Miami all the pretty girls Shorty We know chicks all around the world Shorty From New York on to L.A. Shorty Chi-Town we freak the night away
Monday morning horror, breakfast on my shirt Everything is wrong today Traffic driver me crazy, my blood is running hot Time is always slipping away Bum
day It?s too late to let all your feelings show Go on ?til the night is swept away Running from the city lights Running from this empty life I?m running
everybody gives in So sad when life takes your best Saturday friend away Girls and boys (And life took you away) Make some noise we'll be running for
on a Monday Can't hardly believe them, sunglasses, ecstasy, vodka and tonic recovery But hang on, pretty soon it'll be Friday afternoon We'll be running
said we should choose Light turquoise blue Never did like the way you burnt breakfast But I used to say I liked it anyway Then I woke one Monday morning
don't care no more She don't need to fight it She don't care no more She gets paid on Friday Monday morning, Friday's far away Pray you'll make it it
: I can't stand still Can I get a witness Can you hear me Anybody, anybody I think I am running just to catch myself Maybe someday I could fly away
play She's a magazine girl Another perfumed Monday morning Life without a care Retail friends and gossip warnings The weekend in her hair She's turning away
the floor They won't find me anymore When I get to the border Monday morning, Monday morning Closing in on me I'm packing up and running away To where
He won't find me anymore when I get to the border Monday morning, Monday morning closing in on me I'm packing up and I'm running away to where nobody
