Paroles de Sunday Lovely Sunday
Sundays are slowNever pretentious, oh noSilent and closedAnd we don't really have to knowWhere to goHolding hands with the one I loveShe wears mittens, I wear glovesThere must be someone aboveHolding hands with the one I loveWe could catch a picture showRent a (Sunday) videoWe could stay out in the snow"Sunday slow"Sundays are meantTo let the quilt become a tentSundays well-spentDon't need a reason, no intentHolding hands with the one I loveShe wears mittens, I wear glovesThere must be someone aboveHolding hands with the one I loveWe could catch a picture showRent a (Sunday) videoWe could stay out in the snowOrder greasy food to goParoles powered by LyricFind
