Week Girl (Pop)

Описание: Monday
She’s in red
Dancing in her socks on an unmade bed
Tuesday
Silver eyes
Laughing at the way you overanalyze

Wednesday’s sugar
Thursday’s smoke
Friday feels like an inside joke
Saturday sunrise
Tangled sheets
Sunday
Someone new on a different street

She’s the week girl
Seven is her magic number
Every day a different wonder
She likes the rainbow
Every shade in sight
Too many flavors
She could never bite just one
Don’t make her choose just black or white
She’s the week girl
And she’s coming
Coming for you

She keeps a list in lipstick lines
Tiny little secrets in between the times
Coffee cups
Hotel keys
Names like colors on a printed tee

You think you’re the only one
She’s already circling the next day’s sun
If it ever falls from seven down to six
That’s when you’re up
That’s when fate plays tricks

One for the moon
One for the dawn
One for the days she won’t stay long
One in the car
Humming along
One in the crowd
Singing her song
One in the rain
Soaked to the bone
One when she wants to feel alone
Six on the board
Hear the thunder
Next in line when she calls that number

Watch out for the week girl
Yeah she’s rolling through
If the count hits six
Then the next one’s you
Spinning like a prism in the afternoon glow
She’ll paint you in a color you don’t even know