lifelines were in line I called on the phone You still felt alone And talked about the songs that made you cry [Chorus] Campfire cookies And John Hughes movies Jr. mints & cold shower Tuesdays
without even saying goodbye, never even said he's leaving us Buttercups and chocolate shakes and honeypie and fruitcakes Toasted cheese and no one listens to Rock 'n roll on Tuesdays
Hey - how are you now Thought I'd call you up to say I'm sorry 'Cause I - I miss you so And though it's over you're still all I'm thinking of... so here
I won't say I'm sorry I don't apologize Can't say I regret it I'm not tellin' lies He meant nothing to me Just a physical thing But its all over now Stop
Hey, how are you now Thought I'd call you up to say I'm sorry 'Cause I, I miss you so And though it's over you're Still all I'm thinking of So here I
These times are not the best And yet these times are all we have to share So when you feel you can't escape the madness I will make it easier to bear
I close my eyes - and feel my heart beat Why should I try - deny what I need If you come walkin' through this door What am I supposed to say or do With
Every now and then I wake up in different rooms Light a cigarette Strawberry tea and sing the blues Somehow I tend to leave Behind the tears and truths
She dreams in red- The beads of sweat remind her A guilty bed- Contours the shape of anger I never realized how much she means to me (Chorus)
Radio (ZO2) She could be anywhere Voices flying through the air Catching every word As they fall I want her for myself I know there's some one else
't you recall mornings spent Half naked in a fray? Fighting over money, wishing we could run away (From) Washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays Washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays
's the last thing we talked about She wanted in, I wanted out And that's the last thing we talked about Campfire cookies And John Hughes movies Jr. Mints and cold shower Tuesdays
t you recall mornings spent Half naked in a fray? Fighting over money Wishing we could run away From washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays From washing Saturdays and ironing Tuesdays
Tradução: Skynyrd, Lynyrd. Tuesdays Gone.
Tradução: The Posies. Planchado martes.
Tradução: Martes. Le toca a usted.
Tradução: Martes. Cuando Youre una muchacha Martes.
