Sunday Morning

Hands behind my head
Laying on my back in this bed
Sun gleaming through the windowpane
No cloud in sight
But it's bout to rain
Waking up on a Sunday morning
I can feel the anticipation forming
Getting ready but not for church
Today I'm off but I'm putting in that work
And I know you feel
You feel it too
Yes you do
Cause you show me
You show me
And it ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
But sex on a Sunday morning
Oh

Wrapped up in love
Wrapped up in sheets
Wrapped up in body heat
Lips locked on yours
Locked on mine
Losing all track of time hey
And no it ain't nothing
No no no
No it ain't nothing
No no
No it ain't nothing
But
Sex on a Sunday morning

Oh

And it's so good it gotta be a sin
But guess what
Imma still pray to God it don't end
I put the ice cube on ya back

And watch the steam float in the air
Looky there

Wrapped up in love
Wrapped up in sheets
Wrapped up in body heat
Lips locked on yours
Locked on mine
Losing all track of time hey
And no it ain't nothing
No no no
No it ain't nothing
No no
No it ain't nothing
But
Sex on a Sunday morning
Oh
Uh oh oh
Uh oh oh
Uh oh oh
Uh oh oh
Oooooooh
Oooooh
Ooooooo
Ooooo
Oooo
Mmmmmm
Hey