Sundays

I never saw this coming
You were electrified, stunning
Caught you in the bedroom humming
You were shy, lovely, you were something

Well I don't wanna spend all my days alone
When it's so nice to spend Sundays with you at home
And you don't have to believe in things like the one
Just that I want you in the kitchen with the lights on

It's you that I want, it's you that I want
Trust me babe, it's you, it's you that I want

I'm deep in the thick of all this now
Made a home in the warmth of your neck now
Found a paradise on this earth now
Gorgeous horizons ahead now

I don't wanna spend all my days alone
When it's so nice to spend Sundays with you at home
And you don't have to believe in things like the one
Just that I want you in the kitchen with the lights on

It's you that I want, it's you that I want
Trust me babe, it's you, it's you that I want

I don't wanna know what you'd have to do
Don't wanna know how long it would take to get over you
Don't wanna think about all that could go wrong

It's you that I want, it's you that I want
Trust me babe, it's you, it's you that I want

It's you that I want, it's you that I want
Trust me babe, it's you, it's you that I want

It's you that I want
It's you that I want
It's you that I want
It's you that I want

It's you that I want
It's you that I want
It's you that I want
It's you that I want

It's you that I want
It's you that I want
It's you that I want
It's you that I want



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Frederic Duritz, David A. Immergluck, David Lynn Bryson, Daniel John Vickrey, Charles Thomas Gillingham, James Bogios
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