SO WHAT? IT’S WEDNESDAY
Every Thursday I say to myself that I must go and buy new clothes because I hardly have anything to wear.
Every Friday I walk down the block to the laundromat and wash all my clothes and every
Saturday I feel like a new man well dressed and happy. I think that Heaven must be just like
Saturday morning and the birds are singing and you smell like soap and Hell
Is Thursday and they say it’s going to rain again, like all day long and you say So What.
Every Friday I walk down the block to the laundromat and wash all my clothes and every
Saturday I feel like a new man well dressed and happy. I think that Heaven must be just like
Saturday morning and the birds are singing and you smell like soap and Hell
Is Thursday and they say it’s going to rain again, like all day long and you say So What.
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