Tuesday I know,
I'm useless.
Yeah, Tuesday I know,
I'm useless.
Yeah, Tuesday I know,
I'm useless.

But you're a hunk of junk,
You're drunk and you're mine,
All mine.
I'm useless,
But you're a hunk of junk,
You're drunk and you're mine,
All mine.
All mine.

I'd set the clouds free
If only you would talk to me.
I picked a dandelion.
I thought that it change your mind.

Tuesday I know,
I'm useless.
Yes, Tuesday I know,
I'm useless,
But you're a hunk of junk,
You're drunk and you're mine,
All mine.
All mine.

I'd set the clouds free
If only you would talk to me.
I picked a dandelion.
I thought that it change your mind.

But Tuesday I know,
I'm useless.
Yes, Tuesday I know,
I'm useless.
Yeah, Tuesday I know,
I'm useless,
But you're a hunk of junk,
You're drunk and you're mine,
All mine.
I'm useless,
But you're a hunk of junk,
You're drunk and you're mine,
All mine,
All mine,
All mine.


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