Sunday Morning (feat. Whitney)
Mmm
You make the breakfast
I cook the dinner
We missed the service
Does that make us sinners?
But I feel blessed when I'm
With you on Sunday morning
We wake up together
We make love together
Feels like something special
We can't stay forever
And we both know why
Tomorrow's Monday morning
Lazy Sunday morning
Dreaming 'bout ya
Thinkin' 'bout the way you used to
Blow smoke out the window
After sexing we reflect
On how we met your
First day on the job
You was there workin' hard
Behind the bar
I would worship
The ground you walked on
We would talk on
Indie movies
MF doomie
Split them 'shroomies
We move quickly
Friends turned roomies
Empty fridges to 4 course dishes
Matching visions so ambitious (Ahh)
Where you learn to talk like that
With a tongue so sharp
I get off to that
Where you learn to walk like that
With a trunk so full you could hurt your back
Mmm
You make the breakfast
I cook the dinner
We missed the service
Does that make us sinners?
But I feel blessed when I'm
With you on Sunday morning
We wake up together
We make love together
Feels like something special
We can't stay forever
And we both know why
Tomorrow's Monday morning
A momentary sadness
Changes into bliss
I laugh when I awaken by myself
An ocean lies between us
I'm hoping there's a chance
I want to hold you in my arms again
I know your love is waiting
On the other side
For now it's Sunday morning on my mind
You make the breakfast
I cook the dinner
We missed the service
Does that make us sinners?
But I feel blessed when I'm
With you on Sunday morning
We wake up together
We make love together
Feels like something special
We can't stay forever
And we both know why
Tomorrow's Monday morning
Lazy Sunday morning
Dreaming 'bout ya
Thinkin' 'bout the way you used to
Blow smoke out the window
After sexing we reflect
On how we met your
First day on the job
You was there workin' hard
Behind the bar
I would worship
The ground you walked on
We would talk on
Indie movies
MF doomie
Split them 'shroomies
We move quickly
Friends turned roomies
Empty fridges to 4 course dishes
Matching visions so ambitious (Ahh)
Where you learn to talk like that
With a tongue so sharp
I get off to that
Where you learn to walk like that
With a trunk so full you could hurt your back
Mmm
You make the breakfast
I cook the dinner
We missed the service
Does that make us sinners?
But I feel blessed when I'm
With you on Sunday morning
We wake up together
We make love together
Feels like something special
We can't stay forever
And we both know why
Tomorrow's Monday morning
A momentary sadness
Changes into bliss
I laugh when I awaken by myself
An ocean lies between us
I'm hoping there's a chance
I want to hold you in my arms again
I know your love is waiting
On the other side
For now it's Sunday morning on my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Whitney Penny
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