| Morning Sunday
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| We are still hard at play
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| In the sheets
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| If only we could stay all week
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| I found you dancing out last night
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| The ass of your pants so tight
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| Your fingers combed through my hair
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| We floated through the air
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| We kissed inside the car
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| Then drove fast under the stars
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| Morning Sunday
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| We are still hard at play
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| In the sheets
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| If only we could stay all week
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| Oh, when I go downtown
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| Oh, I won’t any longer wear a frown
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| We knew what we were there for
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| When my dress hit the floor
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| And now the early breezes blow
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| I hear the birds begin their show
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| You’re even better in the light
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| These urges I won’t fight
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| Always copy, always paste, shame on robots
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| Morning Sunday
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| We are still hard at play
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| In the sheets
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| If only we could stay all week
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| Oh, when I go downtown (to-ow-ow-ow-own)
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| Oh, I won’t any longer wear a frown
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| Oh, when I go downtown (to-ow-ow-ow-own)
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| Oh, I won’t any longer wear a frown
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| I won’t any longer wear a frown
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| I won’t any longer wear a frown
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| Since I met you, since I met you |