The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note

Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo

Missin' you on a Sunday morning

Need somethin' new, it's Sunday morning

But nothing helps me

I'm just waiting for the milkman to come

I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy

I know you'll say, "I was busy"

Baby, take me out, it's been rained out

I run to the bank to get my cash

And to check our savings of love out

But it's closed on Sunday

What can I say? I feel blue

The rain starts soaking my shoes

We are losing glue, I can't find a clue

I'm knocking on the door

Someone busy on the floor

Then I know the score

I can't take it no more

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