Enter into her world They call her Sunday painter She is killing time with her brush That's the way she likes it Yeah
She lighting up a cigarette It's hanging on the side of her mouth But beside that cloud of smoke She is just a pretty girl in need of love
Look and see You and me We are Sunday painters We're Sunday Oh
Enter into her world They call her Sunday painter She likes to tire like she's all alone But the places she calls from
She like coffee, black, strong She looks scared, she stares kind of sad Now I feel her possession For a minute I was in her heaven
Look and see You and me We are Sunday painters We're Sunday Oh
Enter into her world She is a little day dreamer She stands around whenever I'm alone And wouldn't reason
For some reflect we're always there Passing by, passing by Some reflect we're always there Pass Sunday painter We're Sunday
Tell yourself it's OK The things that are, lead this wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
