Sunday (1994) ----- Devotion

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Sunday (1994) ----- Devotion



I’m sick and I’m a fool,
I’m devoted to you
~~~ new song by Sunday (1994)

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Chipped tooth in your smile,
That you blame on your motorcycle,
And the barmaid’s voice,
Is as shrill as a dentist drill
But I’m happy here in my sundress,
And American accent,
As the locals stare ‘cause I gotta mouth
Like a millionaire
I know there’s an ocean between us,
But I wanna drown in you
Last call,
Closing time ,
You slur your words,
And it sounds like heaven to me,
So clear your last beer baby,
High life, low-income,
They don’t make them like you,
Where I’m from,
I’m sick and I’m a fool,
I’m devoted to you
My eyes gotta squint,
Cause the gin,
Tastes like petrol,
As the bar choir sings,
God save our gracious King
You got a past that a preacher couldn’t fix,
But you healed me better than Jesus
Last call,
Closing time ,
You slur your words,
And it sounds like heaven to me,
So clear your last beer baby,
High life, low-income,
They don’t make them like you,
Where I’m from,
I’m sick and I’m a fool,
I’m devoted to you
I knew you felt the same as I,
When you put your pounding chest on mine,
Tight grip around the bottle,
And me
Last call,
Closing time ,
You slur your words,
And it sounds like heaven to me,
So clear your last beer baby,
High life, low-income,
They don’t make them like you,
Where I’m from,
I’m sick and I’m a fool,
I’m devoted to you

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