Lyrics

Here's to the Mondays Watching all the cars on the freeway I ain't got a thing to do Can I sit here next to you? And oh, oh, oh Yeah, I kinda wish I got paid 'Cause my card got maxed out yesterday Could you give me a shot? And I'll work with what I got Not a dollar in my pocket But I rock it like I ain't broke You know? Here's to us, uh oh Here's to us Here's to us, uh oh Here's to never winning first place Here's to crying on your birthday Here's to every single heartbreak Here's to us Here's to us Here's to the mistakes Somehow they always drop you in the right place So, let's go another round 'Til the sky is falling down And we'll laugh at all the shakers and movers Now who's the loser? What a joke Here's to us, uh oh Here's to us Here's to us, uh oh Here's to never winning first place (come on) Here's to crying on your birthday Here's to every single heartbreak Here's to us Here's to us I'm a player, I'm a hater But I swear you would never know 'Cause I got a smile on I'm an ex-con That just got off parole Could've been a contender, a pretender Like Brando Play the role But I'm not, so what? And that's just how it goes Yeah Here's to us, uh oh Here's to us Here's to us, uh oh Here's to never winning first place Here's to crying on your birthday Here's to all the bad first dates Here's to every single heartbreak Here's to raining on your own parade Here's to showing up anyway Here's to us Here's to us Here's to– Here's to the Mondays
Writer(s): Lindy Robbins, Michelle Branch, Emanuel Kiriakou, Evan Bogart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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