Stay right here with me Feel the summer breeze Touch the sun and let go We're on our way home We can stay the night We can turn the tide Here?s the
I won't give in I could never tell you and let you win 'you can stay' you offer that's all I really wanted on Sunday Morning is what makes this life worth living yeah Sunday
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans, jeans Boots with the fur, with the fur The whole club was lookin? at her She hit the flo?, she hit the flo? Next thing
two husbands Gumersindo liked his Rum and women friends Then that hypocrite who beat you And preached about repentance Has gone and so another Sunday
I hear the train a comin' it's rollin 'round the bend And I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps
Sunday morning When we shared sweet love like no other Sunday morning Like a summer day with your lover Sunday morning When we shared sweet love like no other Sunday
Sunday sun Yesterdays are ending Sunday sun There's no other ending Sunday sun Yesterdays are ending Sunday sun There's no other ending Sunday sun Yesterdays are ending Sunday
Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon Call Parnell just to see how he's doin' Hello? What up, Parns? Yo, Samberg, what's crackin'? You thinkin' what
two sons the [Incomprehensible] We're just chillin' Everybody's just chillin' On a Sunday afternoon (On a Sunday afternoon) (On a Sunday afternoon) On a Sunday afternoon (On a Sunday
I know that you're feelin' blue, lonely deep inside 'Cause I know how it feels to be alone Loving you Sunday morning You were on my mind love everyday Loving you Sunday
apart Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long? 'Cause tonight we can be as one Tonight, tonight Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday
you Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you Wouldn't they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows
It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It feels like a Sunday night for you and me It's a Sunday night, there's nothing like a Sunday night Sunday
Give yourself a break Let your imagination run away For those with guilt For those who wilt under pressure No tears over spilt milk Sunday, Sunday Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
who'd have ever thought I'd not complain about a mess Servers me right I guess This is what I get For eatin' crackers with my gin And drinkin' in my sunday
you? Do I, do I, do I make you hum? Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for (repeat) I want you to make a mess of me In all my Sunday best
Childhood living is easy to do The things that you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through
