It's Sunday Lyrics

Well it's Sunday

Sleep as late as you want

It's Sunday, and I know what you want

You want breakfast

But you want to stay in bed

Eggs and bacon and orange juice, or maybe instead

You'll have me

All day long underneath the sheets

Don't go anywhere, just stay here with me

She's a Sunday kind of girl, with a Sunday kind of love

In a Sunday kind of world, like she sent from up above

She's Sunday

Dancing in the sun

And someday, I'll be the lucky one