i) On Monday, a charming young lady
Knocked on my door
With the brightest smile on her face,
And something bigger than an overnight bag
I did not ask her name, but I let her in
I guessed she was there to stay.
ii) On Tuesday, the lady spoke in
A low voice that no one but I could hear
She spoke low, but she spoke ceaselessly
So by the end of the day
I became her slave
And willfully did the things she said.
iii) On Wednesday, I was a maniac in love,
Anything that my lady said
I did it with utmost vigor
A lot of her words didn't make sense to me
But nothing stopped me
From fulfilling her desires.
iv) On Thursday, I looked at the mirror
I couldn't recognize the person inside
The voice was mine
And so was the body
But the reflection was someone else's
I guess I was lost.
v) On Friday, all my friends walked away
Because I was too much in love with the lady
I smiled and let them leave
I had no regrets because
Loving the lady was
The only good thing I had ever done.
vi) On Saturday, the lady looked
Like Aphrodite, seductive but passionate
With every word she said, and every step I took
We were turned on like horny teenagers
So after dinner that night we made love
But I still felt lost.
vii) On Sunday, the lady was the
Only thing on my mind, I chanted her name,
She was called Depression
I still felt lost, like I was almost dying
So I sat down with my gun on my side
Because that was the only thing that could bring me alive.