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And a good woman, but she’s stubborn as hell Decent job, pour me some beers after the bills But I hate these slow Monday afternoons Work five days a week Maybe two Sundays a month And I make enough to give my baby all she wants And ya I guess I make a good wage And I guess I shouldn’t complain But I hate these slow Monday afternoons Ah well there's so much I wanna do But I work all week So when I get free I stay out late and I act a fool All the other days just slip by I don’t notice them at all Ah but any given Monday Any time afternoon day You’ll likely find me staring at the clock up on the wall So I’m on the last legs of a losing season I’m setting myself out ‘cause I need no more reason To hate these slow Monday afternoons From Letras Mania