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It's Sunday lyrics
Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my love
It's Sunday, it's Sunday
She needn't waken, I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way
While she just dozes
Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses
We'll talk away the morning, read the papers
Misbehave, enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday
It is Sunday, it's Sunday
Lately I've taken to bring her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses
We'll talk away the morning, read the papers
Misbehave, enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday
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- Track 19 on The Reprise Collection Disc 4
- 18 Here's To The Band
- 20 Mack The Knife
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