Sunday

Braiding your hair

The secrets we shared

Oh, my love

The sound of the rain

Hitting the pane

Oh, it's poetry

Grabbin' your hip

I know you like that

Taking a sip

Me want that

Sampled nothing sweeter

My rarest, precious, mamacita, yeah

Just gimme that love

Let's break bread, then I'll break your back

Rituals accustomed that we've grown to have

The sun's down

I'll watch you while both your eyes are closed

A blind man could see I'm so

Grateful to be involved

With you, baby

Just you

Let me care for you (Let me care for you)

I'll cater to you (I'll cater to you)

Every Sunday, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Strokin' your face

Always in first place

It feels lovely

Such a good sign

To lose track of time when you're right here

No place I'd rather be

With lucid contingency

Broke my heart at a cost and

You fixed it for free

Petals bloom in the winter

At least hold to consider

I know you came first but

The only winner is me, baby

Just me

Let me care for you (Let me care for you)

I'll cater to you (I'll cater to you)

Every Sunday