Lyrics A Good Sunday - Thom Hell

He was looking for love
She was looking for fun
He would recite a poem
She would play with his gun
I bet you never had a good sunday morning
The mind is growing weary as she is yawning
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He was looking at her
She was looking at him
She turned around
He committed a sin
I bet you never had a happy ending
The mind is growing weary as his head is expanding
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No I bet you never knew what i could do with this finger
The mind is growing weary as she's letting it linger