It's five in the morning
At the begining of the week.
You left me breathless
And I still can't speak.
The first three nights
You gave me your smile
And last night,
I took you home for awhile.
You rocked my world
And I blew your mind.
This was love
Of another kind.
You were the girl of my dreams
Then my dream come true.
I've gotta head to work,
But I'll sure miss you.
It's five in the mornng
At the begining of the week.
You left me breathless
And I still can't speak.
Then I saw your husband
Sneak up behind
And crack my head
With a bottle of wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem