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
It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby I feel like you're the real thing And I feel like I could
For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept, Sunday, Sunday For those in need For those who speed For those who
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head And who'd have ever thought
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Blinded by the vision I turn and face my back to the wall 'Cause I'm locked up in a rhythm The prism of a big glitter ball Wrapped around your finger
Bye bye baby, take me on a highway This time it could be heaven Even for a little while, didn't want to miss you Maybe I can make you feel fine I don
I hear some people get married In the park on a Sunday afternoon And all their friends bring pretty flowers While the band plays a happy tune Now do
Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh Now that you fell down? You broke my will and stole my soul Without even a half-ass frown You got Coors for Sunday
Next Sunday, darling is my birthday A day that should be free from care Best wishes and congratulations But only sorrow fills the air While friends are
(a) next sunday darlin' is my birth -(e7) day, A day that should be free from (a) care, Best wishes and con - grat - u - (e7) la - tions, But only sorrow
This is just an instrumental Song Drums and trumpets
Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday A Monday, a Monday is very very good Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday A Tuesday, a Tuesday in fact I wish you would Or
She took a rolled up twenty out of her pocket And paid for my cigarettes We were friends at first sight in the 7-Eleven light She said, "Here, let me
A quiet little town with happy go people gatherin' after church with a little steeple Singing on a Sunday singing on a Sunday The week is over and the
Well, I woke up, Sunday morning With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert
I'm in the club Kush got it burnin' up I'm poppin' bottles 'n I'm fuckin' up the furniture I'm in the club DJ gon turn it up Got a flock of models 'N