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Sunday morning
I can feel it, babe, the high is falling
Need you to whisper in my ear you're all in
Even though we both know
Even though we both know

Tattoos in the dive bar
Little grit, little heaven, yeah
Levi's in the low light
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You got me going through changes
Shed that dress by 11
Text risqué but I sent it
Love it when you bite
Always leave a little venom

Soft linen and a rough lover
Terrible together, but we're undercover
I can tell that your heart just ain't in it
Well, give me a minute, babe
I'm almost finished

Just like that we're splitting the check
And you're eyeing up the woman with the firetruck hair
And we're looking at each other and we're playing pretend
Swear we would never ever do this again

Sunday morning
I can feel it, babe, the high is falling
Need you to whisper in my ear you're all in
Even though we both know
Even though we both know
We're stalling

Little grit, little heaven
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Little grit, little heaven
Little grit, little heaven

I listen to your daily mix and I
Try to figure out your headspace
Are you close to leaving for good?
Should I go first?
Should I save face?

I just want you to kiss me quiet, mm
You don't care enough to get jealous
I'm clingy when unsettled

I look at the nudes you sent me
And I flip you off, babe
Cheeked up like a palisade peach
I'm kicking rocks, babe
Running through my mind with a shot gun
Weave and duck, babe
Red flags look green
When you've got Irish luck, babe

Sunday morning
I can feel it, babe, the high is falling
Need you to whisper in my ear you're all in
Even though we both know
Even though we both know
We're stalling

Little grit, little heaven
514 denim
Little grit, little heaven
Little grit, little heaven
Nah, nah-nah-nah, no
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You're looking too fine in that
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