Lyrics Challenge Game

Well I tried to make it sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well, I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're .....?

Bad moon white again
Bad moon white again
Don't let the days go by

Is there a cure among us?
From this processed sanity?
I weaken with each voice that sings
Now in this world of purchase
I'm gonna buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities

And I'm here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view but it's not sane
It's not sane