paroles de chanson Sunday Girl (Live at the Royal Albert Hall, London, 2007) - Erasure

Blinded by the vision,
I turn and face my back to the wall.
'Cos I'm locked up in a rythym,
Imprisoned by the big glitterball.
Wrapped around your finger,
I'm caught up in the middle with you, baby.
With some laughter and drinking,
There's very little else I can do.
Then I go and drop a bombshell upon you,
I've been makin' eyes at somebody else,
You're no longer number one.
She loves the night and all that glitters,
The many lights around the city,
Don't you mess your life up Sunday girl.
You're rushing down like a rollercoaster,
Night on the town, gonna make the most'a,
We can dance 'til Sunday morning, girl.
You're pushin' and a'shovin' me baby,
Like a bitch to the wall.
But you're driving me crazy,
Right up to fever pitch, I could fall.
When you shine down your love light I'm gettin'
Blinded by the sight and sound,
She loves the night and all that glitters,
And many lights around the city,
Don't you mess your life up Sunday girl.
(I will see you, I will get you)
(I will must see you, I will get you)
(I will must see you, I will get you)
Then I go and drop a bombshell upon you,
I've been makin' eyes at somebody, baby,
You're no longer number one.
She loves the night and all that glitters,
The many lights around the city,
Don't you mess your life up Sunday girl.
You're rushing down like a rollercoaster,
Night on the town, gonna make the most'a,
We can dance 'til Sunday morning,
We can dance 'til Sunday morning,
We can dance 'til Sunday morning, girl.