is the one I wore to every boring high school dance Where the boys ignored the girls And we all pretended to like the band This shirt was a pillow for my head On
so we'd wake up in our Sunday's best I never asked for your opinion, I just got it and I get it You move slow like daytime drama And I'm boring like
Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning I would have kissed her once again but I found her rather boring To listen to his messages Is like licking
on my boot and i step in it right left in em mr eterceden head all the time it may sound crazy but i got head on my mind lay it on the line or just lay
like escape I guess I got some attention to pay The girl blazin like a doughnut on a early sunday And I could be the chocolate on top of her sundae She
He took her away for an hour every Sunday And cut all of her beautiful curls She was always easy seven days of the week Now she's a bore and I've seen
lines I wish it was summertime But it's Sunday night And flight five-five-seven's arrived She tells me She's filled buildings with history On 22nd Street
How can you dance on the battlefield with your Sunday clothes on? How long can you go along with this shit with a straight face on and on? Longer than
and we wanted to share the view. Leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze They smell of timber burning in the fireplace. Sunday we
s leaving on a Sunday That leaves me one more night Can I take you home? I know it's wrong But I know your type She says she's leaving on a Sunday And
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice Come back home, cook out in the backyard And
to eye (On your side) I'm on your side With a smile and a sigh (On your side) I'm on your side We don't see eye to eye (On your side) I'm on your side
a bore And tuesday lock the door Wednesday's such a dull day We had this all before Thursday's on the rag And friday'll always nag Saturday's a sad day But sunday
education in yourself Intricate as economics Simple as the Sunday comics You're an education in yourself And there are geometric figures In your beautiful curves They're good on
you on the mattress like yo With minimal conversation, no time wasting Only hard penetration, getting shiners on recliners Cumming in your faces, stop, get on
Bang the drums! Are you gonna love this guy! Prince Ali! Fabulous he! Ali Ababwa Genuflect, show some respect Down on one knee! Now, try your best to stay calm Brush up your sunday
attention while wiggling your toes it's a breach of the rules but in boots I suppose You could be forgiven As you go into work on a Sunday You hazard guess wasn't Sunday
You dial your lucky number when you're feeling uptight, when you're bored on a Sunday, and every Friday night. You dial your lucky number, cos life is