Her pleasure is my purpose, pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion shows, as well as Sunday morning service For better days or for worse, if I'm paid I'm hurting
the news on Friday morning, but a tear I couldn't find You showed me how I am supposed to live And now you showed me how to die I was lost 'til Sunday
't sleep no more. Love, don't make no sense, Ask your neighbor, The winds have changed, it seems, That they've abandoned us. The truth hurts, and so
In a little while Surely you'll be back In a little while I'll be there In a little while This hurt will hurt no more I'll be home, Love When the night
, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish Voices in my head been tellin' me to come to church Say, the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt Dreamin
the quiet moments The Sunday mornings of life Where I can reach deep down inside Or out into the universe I can laugh until I cry Or I can cry away the hurt
Every day I wake up and it's Sunday Whatever's in my eye won't go away The radio is playing all the usual And what's a Wonderwall anyway Because my inside
up (Yeah, I know) If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know) My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
A I can do this all day [Verse 1 - Shawty Lo] Let me take you through the streets of Atlanta, GA Where we party all night til the mornin break Visioni??s on Sunday
is not knowing any better Sometimes nothing is what you believe in Woah Sometimes I don't even want a hit Sometimes you fail trying And sometimes happiness hurts
very intricate, when you're in the crowd Life becomes the movies and everyone has a role It's easy being the actor when the combine's the only star Sunday
hurt so many times You don't know when love's for real So you don't open up or give in to love Or express how you feel But just like Sunday morning
meat, didn't he? When they found him took 'bout a motherfuckin' week, didn't it? Down in a motherfuckin' creek, didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out, fishin' Sunday
) on sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday Let me do the first verse first Getting up at 6 really hurts,hurts,hurts but once i take
Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for desert Then
got some pain to kill Promotion bumped me Boyfriend dumped me I gotta do something So until the sun comes up on Sunday I've got some pain to kill Hurt
to your auction And let them chant the number And use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday