Last night, I was out with my ex <br />Backseat of the car, we had sex <br />On Sunday, On Sunday. <br /> <br />It felt so good, she smelled so sweet <br />Just like old times kissing her feet <br />Until Sunday, Oh Sunday, <br /> <br />She is my girl, and I’m her man <br />We’ll make it work, I know we can <br />Next Sunday, Next Sunday. <br /> <br />We’ll talk things through, we’ll do it right <br />I’ll see her next Saturday night <br />And Sunday, Next Sunday <br /> <br />We’re Sunday People, <br />Not going to church, left in the lurch <br />We’re Sunday People, <br />We’re mowing the lawn, we’re all getting on <br /> <br />Sharing a drink to celebrate <br />Why did we ever separate? <br />On Sunday, On Sunday <br /> <br />Out road testing a brand new car <br />Holding on to a distant star <br />On Sunday, On Sunday <br /> <br />Working all week to buy a home <br />Keeping in touch by telephone <br />Not Sunday, Not Sunday <br /> <br />We’re Sunday People, <br />We’ll go for a drive, have dinner at five <br />We’re Sunday People, <br />A walk on the beach, no sermon to preach <br /> <br />We live life hot, and live it fast <br />God knows how long all this will last <br />One Sunday, One Sunday <br /> <br />Going to church, saying a prayer <br />Read the Bible, and get your share <br />On Sunday, On Sunday <br /> <br />We're Sunday People, <br />Reading the Good Book, No dinner to cook <br />We're Sunday People <br />Not watching TV, Now that we're holy<br /><br />Gordon David<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-people/
