It never rains on Mondays
She’s better than the cabbage or the clocks
It never rains on Mondays
She never found the words that stay
It never rains on Mondays
If she only had a mirror or a glass
She could sleep all day
But the sun just creeps in slowly
And April starts her day
She doesn’t have a lot to do
It seems as if her wish has blown away
Because she has that point of view
An April fool for Sundays
She’s standing in the morning rain
In a small German town
People shouting 12 or maybe 13
When April comes to town
She doesn’t have a lot to lose
Why can’t the sun just burn the clouds away?
Because she has that point of view
An April fool for Sundays
She’s standing in the morning rain
She had the chance and threw it away
Alright
Because she has that point of view
An April fool for Sundays
She’s standing in the morning rain
Lyrics gathered by J. Hodge
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