Its sunday morning
My favourite day of the week
When everything is so perfect
And feels so warm, fuzzy and sweet

I always say I'll head to church
I never go so far
'Cause sweet heavenly slumber
Is all I long for, I just want more

Later in the day my tumy starts to turn
As I realise tomorrow is yet another dawn
They require hard work and focus
Both of which I've run out.

Sundays are sweet
But tomorrow I have to work to meet.