Lyrics

I met you on Sunday
You kissed me on Monday
By Wednesday you had me in bed.
What happened Tuesday is up for debate
The wine must've gone to my head.

So you called me on Friday
You said you'd call Thursday
We planned to meet Saturday night.
Something familiarly strange in your tone
But I told myself, hey, its alright.

And I'm liquid now
Melting in your arms
Swaying to and fro
To the passion of the moment.

You didn't call Monday
You didn't call Tuesday
On Wednesday you got my machine.
By then I was wondering just what I was missing
Was there something that I should've seen?

But I'm liquid now
Melting in your arms
Swaying to and fro
To the passion of the moment.

And you know and I know
that this is all wrong
but I haven't felt so good in so long
So long...
In so long...

So I called you Friday
You called me back Sunday
Two or three weeks had gone by
The next time we spoke was on Avenue A You couldn't look me in the eye

And I'm liquid now
Melting in your arms
Swaying to and fro
To the passion of the moment.

And you know and I know
That this is all wrong
But I haven't felt so good in so long
So long...
In so long...

So kiss me and touch me and tell me you won't let me down