Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday, Pt. I, artist - Cibo Matto. Album song Stereotype A, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 18.12.2006
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Sunday, Pt. I |
| The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note |
| Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo |
| 'Cuz missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new |
| It’s Sunday morning |
| But nothing helps me… I’m just waiting for the milkman to come |
| I can’t find it, I can’t find it |
| Why do I feel so lonely? |
| I don’t know how to compromise |
| You are my one and only. |
| What can I find 'til the moon rises? |
| I feel dizzy, you’re so damn sleazy, I know you’ll say «I was busy» |
| Baby, take me out, it’s been rained out so I run to the bank to get my cash |
| And check our savings of love out but it’s closed on Sunday |
| What can I say? |
| I feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes |
| We’re losing glue I can’t find a clue, I’m knocking on the door |
| Somebody is dancing on the floor, then I know the score, I can’t take it no more |
| The Knicks winnin' can’t even make me high, cuttin' coupons for nothing makes |
| me sigh |
| I can’t find it, it’s been on my mind, I’ve been trying to find it day and night |