The Perfect Sunday

I'm gettin kinda horny in my dreams
You never wanna take me out
I'm sleeping in till I get 11 in
Forget coffee
Let's get brunch
A perfect day for champagne I miss
Being able to do this
Turn off the world
Until we don't exist
Let's go back
Go where our dreams ended
Back in our room
Don't dose off too soon
We get a chance to prolong this happiness
I always wanted to be here with you
And relief is what we'll give it to get some rest
Ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahh ahhah ahhah ah

Ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahh ahhah ahhah ah

Happiness is when we' re in this
Sundays can't come fast enough
For me to care less
Is where I feel the best
Between all the outside
world and inside this stress.

I'm gettin kinda horny in my dreams
You never wanna take me out



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Robert Hamlin
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