Text: Damien Rice. Moody Mooday.

Mooday (It's got me) x 7
Baby, why d'you have to leave
Something up your sleeve
Baby, I find it hard to breath
Moody (It's got me) Mooday (It's got me) x 7
Baby, why d'you have to leave
Why d'you have to break free
Why d'you have to go
Moody (It's got me) Mooday (It's got me) x 7
Baby, why d'you have to run
Looking after number one
Baby, why d'you have to go
Why d'you have to phone
Something you're afraid to show?
Someone else you'd rather phone?
Moody (It's got me) Mooday (It's got me)...