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• Artiste: Chelsea Fesik
• Titre: When Virtue Meets Her Match
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Well, you've always been a Sunday girl But this is the second to last time that we're creeping out of the church You're hair is rumpled And my shirt is tangled They won't notice the socks under the pews Well, you've always been a Sunday girl And you're tempted by a bouquet of roses And a glass of straight vodka But I'm tempted by different complexities I am tempted by lust and comfort We all need a little lust and comfort Chorus: Well, I've never been above suspicion And I've always been secure Well, you've got me wondering about What I've given up I've given up the innocence And traded it with temptation Well I have ruined you with all my broken words And you've ruined me with all your purest thoughts You've ruined me You've ruined me Well, you've always been a Sunday girl The sheets are crumpled, the air is stale But the breathing of two people united Is always new, we've become new And so you'd think we'd have to talk But there are no words for lure appealed to And you'd think we'd have to talk Well, you've always been a Sunday girl You deserve a string of pearls But I prefer to give beads And because you're too virtuous to ask I will give you the bare minimum This is the way I will teach the Sunday girl to beg You need to learn to beg Chorus: Well, I've never been above suspicion And I've always been secure Well, you've got me wondering about What I've given up I've given up the innocence And traded it with temptation Well I have ruined you with all my broken words And you've ruined me with all your purest thoughts You've ruined me You've ruined me Well, you've always been a Sunday girl Not persuaded by shortened answers You're not persuaded by anything But a little thing I like to call cheap wine and old movies Well then we've got ourselves a date by 11 o'clock we will be murmuring by 11 o'clock we will be murmuring Well, you've always been a Sunday girl So stop getting out of character 'cause I'm not heading anywhere (anytime soon) And well you love me I can tell by the way you kicked me And sat down hard on your leather chair I can see how you're trying to act mad So you must love me Love me Love me Love me