Lyrics Sunday Best - Grant-Lee Phillips

Sunday Best

Puttin' on the Sunday best
High on the fumes of sweet success
Goin' on a Sunday stroll
I’m movin' up you walk
Even if I have to hug the fence
I’m determined to call you my lover
Well can’t you tell
That I’m over the moon
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon yeah
Goin' on a Sunday drive
Windin' our way 'cross the countryside
Hopin' that you slip on over close
For the rest of this ride you my lover
Well can’t you tell
That I’m over the moon
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon yeah
Hit me like a Sunday bus (like a Sunday bus)
That comes only once in a moment’s glance
The lyrics of my heart could miss a beat
And get lost in the language of romance my lover
Well can’t you tell
That I’m over the moon
Well I’m over the moon
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon for you
I’m over the moon yeah
I’m over the moon for you