paroles de chanson Sunday Morning - Jack Biilmann

Sunday morning rolls around
She loves to dance around in her dressing gown
Coffee boiling on the stove
She cures my hangover
Fixes my ripped clothes

Oh my beautiful girl
I don't tell you nearly enough
That you're beautiful

Oh my beautiful girl
I don't tell you nearly enough
That you're beautiful

I've always got my head in the game
She don't care how I spend my time
She don't want me to change
I'm sitting up tall on my throne
She's my queen my doctor, my rock and I love how she rolls

Oh my beautiful girl
I don't tell you nearly enough
That you're beautiful

Oh my beautiful girl
I don't tell you nearly enough
That you're beautiful

I hope she knows what she means to me
I hope she knows how much I care
I hope she knows how I get in so deep
I been losing sleep
Running around on the streets
Holes in my jeans
She's gonna be there
When I get home

Oh my beautiful girl
I don't tell you nearly enough
That you're beautiful

Oh my beautiful girl
I don't tell you nearly enough
That you're beautiful