Clementines on a Sunday morning
I've had a taste of love
I fell down
Way too many times
This feeling's so surreal
Must be crime... Crime?
Subtle, subliminal
You come around like a criminal
And leave me yearning
For your
Clementines on a Sunday morning.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 9:20 AM UTC
Clementines on a Sunday morning
I've had a taste of love
I fell down
Way too many times
This feeling's so surreal
Must be crime... Crime?
Subtle, subliminal
You come around like a criminal
And leave me yearning
For your
Clementines on a Sunday morning.
I tasted love when I tasted you.
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