Mr. Sunday

Mr. Sunday,
Open up church palms to me
You're softly spoken words are coming
Back for more today like you're the one whose a saint
And i'll keep coming back for some more

Mr. Monday
Mr. Monday

Now everybody's got someone they want to love
But Monday blues and misery tunes keep you from the one
That gets you in your heart
Lonely when apart
And it all starts down the hill in to the stars

On a Tuesday
We discussed this before
On a Wednesday

In the midst of all these rainy days and sunshine arrays
The wedding bells, the personal hells and laughing trees hit the road

And tell you to stay put
For you're the only one who knows that
Time slips on and on in rhyme
Alright

Slippin' on in rhyme

Mr. Sunday

The time slips on and on in rhyme
The time slips on and on in rhyme
The time slips on and on in rhyme
The time slips on and on in rhyme
Yeah

Slippin' in rhyme yeah
Alright



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Vas Pappas, Daniel James Caprio
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