But When It's Sunday

My little girl's working every day
She's tired when she comes back home
Me, I pass my time playing all alone
Waiting her to call me on the phone
The night's so sad for I would not sleep
I see her on the sofa lost in her free far dreams

But when it's Sunday
All the world seems pretty, me and my woman we can carry on
But when it's Sunday
She smiles and looks gritty
And she loves me just the way I want

My boss don't stand me 'cause I play guitar
He's boring all day long
He says I should give up my rock'n'roll dreams
And maybe he could raise my income
But I wasn't born for selling cars
Sometimes I wish to jump into one of 'em and drive my girl away

But when it's Sunday
All the world seems pretty, me and my woman we can carry on
But when it's Sunday
She smiles and I look gritty
'Cause she loves me just the way I want

Oh...
But when it's Sunday
All the world seems pretty, me and my woman we can carry on
But when it's Sunday
She smiles and I look gritty
'Cause she loves me just the way I want, mmh...
But when it's Sunday
All the world seems pretty, me and my woman we can carry on
And when we've got Sunday
She smiles and looks gritty
'Cause she loves me just the way I want, yeah...

But when it's Sunday
All the world seems pretty, me and my woman we can carry on
But when it's Sunday
She smiles and I look gritty
'Cause she loves me just the way I want
But when it's Sunday
We forget all the troubles and we seem we can fly away
But when it's Sunday
We don't think about tomorrow
Though tomorrow it will be Monday again

But when it's Sunday

But when it's Sunday

But when it's Sunday

But when it's Sunday

Woa, Woa



Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Bagagli
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