Lyrics
[Intro]
Ooh, Thursday
(ooh, Thursday)
[Verse 1]
Every Thursday evening when the gate bell rings,
She slips off her ring and hides it with her things.
I pour her something cold, I put the fan on low,
Her phone face down on the sofa, so the screen won't show.
[Pre-Chorus]
Ten o'clock, she's standing at the mirror again,
Fixing up her gele, and I don't ask her when.
[Chorus]
She won't leave him, she won't choose me,
Out through the gate and I'm history.
(she won't choose me)
Still I wait for Thursday, still I play the fool,
Rinse her glass and put it back like nothing broke a rule.
[Verse 2]
Sunday down at Balogun, the market loud and wide,
She was choosing ankara with her husband by her side.
She held a yellow print up and she never looked my way,
I walked by like a stranger, paid for peppers, walked away.
[Pre-Chorus]
Home again, I rinse her glass and dry it on my shirt,
My guy says, how far? and I tell him nothing hurts.
[Chorus]
She won't leave him, she won't choose me,
Out through the gate and I'm history.
(she won't choose me)
Still I wait for Thursday, still I play the fool,
Rinse her glass and put it back like nothing broke a rule.
[Talking Drum Solo]
[Bridge]
I knew it from the first night when I saw that golden band,
Still I let her through the gate, still I took her hand.
Tell me, does a grown-up cry like this,
Over somebody's wife, over somebody's kiss?
[Final Chorus]
This glass is mine, but she is not,
Thursday night is all I get, the rest of it he's got.
(she is not)
So I rinse it, dry it, put it on the shelf,
Next Thursday when the bell rings, I'll let her in myself.
[Outro]
I know she won't choose me
(she won't choose me)
[Spoken] "Created by DarkPrincess -- Royalty of the night"