| It was
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| Pizza slices and shakes
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| Morning sunshine awakes
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| She cut to the chase
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| In such an elegant way
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| She’s got delicate taste
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| And such a smile on her face
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| But sex is better when baked
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| Everybody knows it
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| And the film we watched
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| All the critics chose it
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| Joining up the dots
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| We’re becoming the closest
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| Quickly grab the camera, show me all your favourite poses
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| And it was fun in the sun
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| With the windows down
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| And every time that she comes around
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| We do it the old way
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| Feeling okay
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| I’m loving her scent and she loves my sound
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| And every time that I lay her down
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| It feels like Sunday
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| Feeling okay
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| We’re only slightly east of Eden
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| For days, we’ve barely eaten
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| She’s my low-key queen
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| And there ain’t no chance of treason
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| I’ve never had a reason
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| 'Cause I’m worshiping some new shit now
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| That’s uncharted territory, yeah, we’re on
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| Sacred ground, so quit messing around
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| And we could
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| Graduate from the ounces to pounds
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| And we should
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| Not get stuck in our ways
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| But I know some things never change
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| The type of girl to only type in lowercase
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| Hid behind her iPhone but I know her face
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| When she hears my messages, I never chase
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| 'Cause both of us too busy for those silly games
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| I’ve never seen her type in uppercase
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| That kind of energy is rare these days
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| She’s finishing my sentences in better ways
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| And we won’t leave the house but I can’t complain
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| And it was fun in the sun
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| With the windows down
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| And every time that she comes around
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| We do it the old way
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| Feeling okay
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| I’m loving her scent and she loves my sound
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| And every time that I lay her down
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| It feels like Sunday
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| Feeling okay
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| She makes me feel like a Sunday
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| Now everyday feels like a Sunday
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| She makes me feel like a Sunday
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| Now everyday feels like a Sunday
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| And it was fun in the sun
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| With the windows down
|
| And every time that she comes around
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| We do it the old way
|
| Feeling okay
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| I’m loving her scent and she loves my sound
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| And every time that I lay her down
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| It feels like Sunday
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| Feeling okay
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| (She makes me feel like a Sunday)
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| And it was fun in the sun
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| With the windows down
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| And every time that she comes around
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| (Now everyday feels like a Sunday)
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| We do it the old way
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| Feeling okay
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| (Yeah, she makes me feel like a Sunday)
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| I’m loving her scent and she loves my sound
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| And every time that I lay her down
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| (Now everyday feels like a Sunday)
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| It feels like Sunday
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| Feeling okay |