Monday.........she wakes up knowing something,
somehow has changed.
She puts on....a dress she hasn't worn in years.
Trembling......she calls the number on her phone,
she's so damn tired, of being...alone.
He answers.....trying not to sound surprised,
he tells her he's been waiting for..
her call.

SHE SAY SHE NEEDS HIM...AND THAT SHE'S ALL ALONE...
SHE HAS TO HOLD HIM...SHE KNOWS IT'S WRONG...
SHE NEEDS TO FEEL HIM...DEEP INSIDE...HER SOUL...
HE LISTENS CLOSELY, TO ALL THE THINGS SHE HAS TO SAY..
THEN HE TELLS HER SOFTLY...THAT HE'S BEEN FEELING...
THE SAME WAY...

SWEET SURRENDER, SWEET SURRENDER.........

Imagination....she hasn't felt this alive in years.
Anticipation...her body tells her, her time is near.
Jubilation.....when she see's him walk on through her door
This is the moment, she's been waiting for.
Fascination....as she see's the smiles, in his eyes...
her body shakes, and she begins to cry....

SHE SAYS SHE NEEDS HIM... SHE'S BEEN ALL ALONE...
SHE HAS TO HOLD HIM... SHE KNOWS IT'S WRONG...
SHE NEEDS TO FEEL HIM...DEEP INSIDE...HER SOUL...
HE LISTENS CLOSELY, TO ALL THE THINGS SHE HAS TO SAY.
HE WHISPERS SOFTLY...HE FEELS THE SAME WAY...

SWEET SURRENDER, SWEET SURRENDER...
MONDAY MORNING, SWEET SURRENDER...

Their clothes and sorrows...tumble gently to the floor...
Their walls and fears...they won't need them anymore...
Their hearts surrendered...to the passion...
in their souls...

SWEET SURRENDER, MONDAY MORNING...
MONDAY MORNING, SWEET SURRENDER.........

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