Sunday Lyrics - Singles - Detroit Marcella

Well, there's a word for stress 

It's called suck-sess 

All this work and no play 

Could make anybody a physical wreck 

Well, i'll be checkin' out 

Next time it comes around 

You can call me anytime 

But don't be surprised if i don't wanna hear it 

On a sunday 

'Cause that's the one day i can 

Have a gin and tonic iv 

Become one with my settee 

Contemplate my navel or just breathe 

La, la, la, la la la la..... 

A million bombs could fall 

They could burn down the mall 

But when i've made my mind up 

I just got to get away from it all 

When i start growing hair 

On things that were'nt there 

I know it's time to stop 

My head will pop if i have to hear it 

On a sunday 

'Cause every other day 

I've worked so hard i've needed a clone 

Feel like i had a shot of testosterone 

Just wanna vegetate and blow up the phone 

La, la, la, la la la la la