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.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
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.
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