Текст песни




Every Sunday afternoon and Thursday night
We'll be free as birds in flight
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We'll make up on Thursday night
Leave the dishes, dry your hands
Change your wishes to commands
Every Sunday afternoon, we'll be polite
But we'll make love on Thursday night
I'm your slave, dear, but it's bliss
If I shave, dear, we can kiss
Every Sunday afternoon, we'll be polite
But we'll make love on Thursday night



Авторы: Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart Copyright: Wb Music Corp., Chappell & Co., Inc., Williamson Music Company


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