Amanda Cherie - Slay My Monday

Sunday sun has set
And my imagination's running off with me
See you press those business pants
Those golden brown arms man handling that steam
I'm lining up my heels
While I'm lining up those water cooler lines
My mind's a spinning wheel
And when I roll out of bed I don't think it will mind

You rush my blood like a grande latte
Talk about motivation Monday
My knight in shining Oxford shoes
The weekend makes the heart grow fonder
But I can't wait any longer for you

To slay my Monday
You slay my Monday
You slay my Monday
You slay my Monday

9:03 my desk phone rings
Nora's asking her Rom Com hero back
She says she'd bet my next paycheck
That we could make a hot mess up on your desk
Boy you've got a hard handshake
You know what they say about hands and other things
I don't know they pay you here
But every hi is worth a hundred each to me

Your voice sounds like an angel from heaven
Oh I can't even
Like a caramel sundae on your lips
Those biceps popping out of that polo
And the next thing I know
You're poppin' out a can of spinach

To slay my Monday
You slay my Monday
You slay my Monday
You slay my Monday

You slay my Monday like a dragon
Boy but you could cut this tension
With your sword
I can tell you wanna drop your shield
And shed that shining armor
Show your heart

I could spend all day just munching on popcorn
Watching you crunching those numbers
And workday dreaming up hot roll plays
I hope one day you'll slay my Sunday
Oh but today

You slay my Monday
You slay my Monday
You slay my Monday
You slay My Monday

God help me
God help me
Oh whoah whoah

I slay my own my Monday

Written by:
Amanda Cherie

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