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Always on Sunday
I feed my baby eggs in bed,
he has me for dessert.
We read the funnies in front of the fan
and spend the day inert.
There are days more productive
when things really do get done,
but Sundays are seductive.
Yeah, Sundays are for fun.
We pull the phone loose from the wall,
throw the front page out,
tell the Jehovahs to take a hike
the neighbors not to shout.
Most days you make arrangements.
Some days you scheme and plan.
These things create estrangements
between a woman and her man.
So, forget the doctor's sage advice.
Forget cholesterol.
Feast on romance's extravagances
and, happy Sundays all.
Always on Sunday
I feed my baby eggs in bed,
he has me for dessert.
We read the funnies in front of the fan
and spend the day inert.
There are days more productive
when things really do get done,
but Sundays are seductive.
Yeah, Sundays are for fun.
We pull the phone loose from the wall,
throw the front page out,
tell the Jehovahs to take a hike
the neighbors not to shout.
Most days you make arrangements.
Some days you scheme and plan.
These things create estrangements
between a woman and her man.
So, forget the doctor's sage advice.
Forget cholesterol.
Feast on romance's extravagances
and, happy Sundays all.
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