歌词
Sunday morning, slow and sweet
Sleepy heads and stocking feet
Not a thing I'd rather do
Than spend my Sunday morning with you
Coffee table, New York Times
Sunlight sneaking through the blinds
Cozy sofa just for two
On a sunday morning with you
By Friday we're so frazzled
We can barely move
We rehabilitate on Saturday
Till our mentalities improve
Buttered toast and scrambled eggs
Grandma's blanket across our legs
There'll be work next week we'll have to do
But not this Sunday morning with you
By Friday we're so frazzled
We can barely move
We rehabilitate on Saturday
Till our mentalities improve
Sunday morning, ain't it sweet
Our favorite day comes every week
Not a thing I'd rather do
Than spend my Sunday morning with you
Not one thing I'd rather do
Than spend my Sunday with you