[Verse 1] *(breathy, conspiratorial — FW-03)* Monday, 8 AM, closet door wide Past the jeans, my hand finds satin inside Zipper up, tissue paper on the floor And the girl in the glass is asking for more [Chorus] *(bright, strutting — FW-01)* Sunday dress on a Monday morning Heels on tile and the coffee's pouring No occasion but the one I'm making Sunday dress — watch me, I'm not waiting [Verse 2] Wore it to the store for milk and bread Aisle five and the whole place turned its head Phone lit up: "Girl, what's the occasion?" I wrote back: "Monday." — no explanation [Chorus] Sunday dress on a Monday morning Heels on tile and the coffee's pouring No occasion but the one I'm making Sunday dress — watch me, I'm not waiting [Bridge] No wedding bells, no party down the street No red carpet waiting at my feet The guest of honor's been me all along I RSVP'd to myself — you put yours on [Final Chorus] *(I → we)* Sunday dress on a Monday morning Heels on tile and the coffee's pouring No occasion but the one we're making Sunday dress — watch us, we're not waiting It's Monday.
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