Letras
Call it stormy Monday, Tuesday's just as bad
They call it stormy Monday, Tuesday's just as bad
Now Wednesday's worse, Thursday's oh so sad
They tell me the eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out and play
They tell me the eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out and play
Sunday morning I go to church and I get down and I pray
Here's what I say
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy on me
I say Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy on me
Oh, my man done left me, somebody bring him back home to me
Y'all gonna do what y'all gotta do now
Well, I went to the doctor 'cause I thought something was wrong
He said, "Girl, quit your complaining
Go out and wail another song, baby"
Ooh, that felt so good, aw yeah
Can we do that again, y'all? Huh? Alright
Well, I went to the doctor 'cause I was feeling kinda sick
He said, "Girl, quit your complaining
With a man you can have your pick"
You know what I'm saying, haha
Ooh, come on y'all, ha
Help me, baby, help me, I can't help myself, come on
Oh, help me, baby, baby, I can't help myself
If you don't help me, baby, I'm gonna have to find somebody else
Keep going y'all, keep going now, come on
Oh, shake it to the east, shake it to the west
Shake it to the baby that you love the best, oh yeah
Let's try it right here, y'all
If you don't help me, baby, I'm gonna have to help myself, oh yeah