Flo
Aw, yeah
His left elbow, is hanging out the window
His left finger, is steering the wheel
His right arm is, wrapped around his sweetheart
And it's paradise inside his love mobile
Well I am stuck here, right behind him
I'm held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says fifty five, he's going thirty
And it's clear to me that he has no concern for time
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Oh I will not, blink my headlights
Oh no I will not honk my horn
'Cause I know, I know just what he's feeling
'Cause I've been in that sweet, driver's seat before
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
There is a growing line of angry cars behind us
It's the center fear of mental and single file
I will not interrupt his romance
Well, I'll be his guardian angel for a while
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Yeah in the middle of my Thursday afternoon
His left elbow, is hanging out the window
His left finger, is steering the wheel
His right arm is, wrapped around his sweetheart
And it's paradise inside his love mobile
Well I am stuck here, right behind him
I'm held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says fifty five, he's going thirty
And it's clear to me that he has no concern for time
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Oh I will not, blink my headlights
Oh no I will not honk my horn
'Cause I know, I know just what he's feeling
'Cause I've been in that sweet, driver's seat before
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
There is a growing line of angry cars behind us
It's the center fear of mental and single file
I will not interrupt his romance
Well, I'll be his guardian angel for a while
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Yeah in the middle of my Thursday afternoon
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Wright
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.