Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
2AM in my bed
I'm replaying the things you said
Acting like a schoolgirl crush
With you, I can't get enough
Rosy cheeks and butterflies
When you're around, my tongue is tied
Craving more when I feel your touch
I don't wanna say too much
Slow it down, baby, 1 2 3
So close your eyes and follow me
Call it real life fantasy
You're right where you need to be
Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
95 With windows down
It's clear blue skies with you around
From the city to the shore
Be with you forevermore
Ride down Sunset Boulevard
I write you songs with my guitar
Never felt this way before
All I want to do is just be yours
Slow it down, baby, 1 2 3
So close your eyes and follow me
Call it real life fantasy
You're right where you need to be
Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
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Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
2AM in my bed
I'm replaying the things you said
Acting like a schoolgirl crush
With you, I can't get enough
Rosy cheeks and butterflies
When you're around, my tongue is tied
Craving more when I feel your touch
I don't wanna say too much
Slow it down, baby, 1 2 3
So close your eyes and follow me
Call it real life fantasy
You're right where you need to be
Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
95 With windows down
It's clear blue skies with you around
From the city to the shore
Be with you forevermore
Ride down Sunset Boulevard
I write you songs with my guitar
Never felt this way before
All I want to do is just be yours
Slow it down, baby, 1 2 3
So close your eyes and follow me
Call it real life fantasy
You're right where you need to be
Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
2AM in my bed
I'm replaying the things you said
Acting like a schoolgirl crush
With you, I can't get enough
Rosy cheeks and butterflies
When you're around, my tongue is tied
Craving more when I feel your touch
I don't wanna say too much
Slow it down, baby, 1 2 3
So close your eyes and follow me
Call it real life fantasy
You're right where you need to be
Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
95 With windows down
It's clear blue skies with you around
From the city to the shore
Be with you forevermore
Ride down Sunset Boulevard
I write you songs with my guitar
Never felt this way before
All I want to do is just be yours
Slow it down, baby, 1 2 3
So close your eyes and follow me
Call it real life fantasy
You're right where you need to be
Sunday, sunday
You're my weekend getaway
You taste so sweet like cherry wine
A guy like you seems hard to find
Sunday, sunday
You're my favourite holiday
I find it fun just to waste your time
Won't be long 'fore I call you mine
Writer: Tina Ye
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid