The Week (Inspired by true events)

I was in love once, with long blonde hair
Blue eyes held me in their intense stare
Slight touches gave me goose bumps and shakes
Tight curves tested my anti-lock brakes
But just when I was as happy as I could be
She fell in love too, and it wasn’t with me
I can no longer be that caring guy
And I knew there was something else I had to try
They say girls are a dozen for a dime
I figured I’d date as many as I had time
Monday is a singer, she wrote me a song
Monday was a real good girl, until I came along
Tuesday is an unlit candle, waiting for my flame
They call Wednesday “Hump Day,” that pretty much stayed the same
Thursday is a looker
And Friday might be a hooker
I make time for Saturday, I don’t really know how
She used to be her daddy’s girl but I’m her daddy now
That gets me to Sunday, and Sunday is a freak
I’ve got a different girl for everyday of the week

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