Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire. You read the color supplement, the TV guide. You dream of protein on a plate. . Regret you left it quite so late.
The suburbs they are dreaming. They're a twinkle in her eye. She's been feeling frisky. Since her husband said goodbye. . She wears a low cut t-shirt.
Wash with new soap behind the collar. Keeps a clean mental state. Don't usually bother in cold weather. But still I'm getting into work late. (Need). And I don't need the practice.
It's up to you, you know it is. I can't convince you all you have to do is slow down. I've always said it will never change. All you have to do just you be you.