Sunday Morning

It's so cold outside of these sheets
She says, "Come on into my arms."
There's no use fighting when she looks at me
Says, "Baby, what's taking you so long?"

Ooh I want to leave my body in Sunday morning
With your head on my chest
And all of the rest, yeah
The sheets don't get made on a Sunday morning
Cos we're right back in bed
Right back in bed
We're right back

I could spend so much time just laying by your side
But, why you leaving me so soon?
I know it's only morning
But I was kinda hoping
This would turn into an afternoon

Ooh I want to leave my body in Sunday morning
With your head on my chest
And all of the rest, yeah
The sheets don't get made on a Sunday morning
Cos we're right back in bed
Right back in bed
We're right back

Ooh I want to leave my body in Sunday morning
With your head on my chest
And all of the rest, yeah
The sheets don't get made on a Sunday morning
Cos we're right back in bed
Right back in bed
Ooh I want to leave my body in Sunday morning
With your head on my chest
And all of the rest, yeah
I want to leave my body in Sunday morning
Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Mason Wittman
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