It's always a Sunday;
when you wanna
see a Monday;
thats the day she returns;
and
she finally learns;
that a two-time love
hurts.How can I afford this sorrow
As I lean
upon my brow;
and I don't know just when;
and I
dont know just where;
and I sure don't know
how.
As the day becomes the twilight;
I will find that I must go;
It's a question of pride
It's a matter of right
so the answer is no.....