ROCHELLE GAMBINO - TUESDAY Lyrics

Tuesday sits in her rocking chair
Sharp spurs
And braided hair
Soft is her skin
So fair
Upon a moon so rare
Tuesday's alone again
She needs a friend
She needs a man
Tue, chop the applewood
Oh it would feel so good
To love again
To hold a hand
Monday left so stormy yesterday
I guess that's why
Tuesday's so sad today
Down came the rain
Upon her face
A rolling, rolling stream
To white lace
Tuesday
It'll never change
You lose and you gain
Cherished dreams
Soon
Your man will show
And then you'll know
When you feel love grow
You'll know
She sits
She rocks
She cries
With a tear
Will it ever change?