Frank Sinatra - It’s Sunday lyrics
[Frank Sinatra - It’s Sunday lyrics]
Gentle kisses for my love
It's Sunday, it's Sunday
She needn't waken
I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way
While she just dozes
Lately I've taken to bringing her
A flower on her tray she's fond of roses
We'll talk away the morning, read the papers
Misbehave enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in
We'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and
Hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday
It is Sunday, it's Sunday
Lately I've taken to bringing her
A flower on her tray she's fond of roses
We'll talk away the morning, read the papers
Misbehave enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in
We'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and
Hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday
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