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Cibo Matto Stereo Type A Sunday Part 1 The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo 'Cuz missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new It's Sunday morning But nothing helps me... I'm just waiting for the milkman to come I can't find it, I can't find it Why do I feel so lonely? I don't know how to compromise You are my one and only. What can I find 'til the moon rises? I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, I know you'll say "I was busy" Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so I run to the bank to get my cash And check our savings of love out but it's closed on Sunday What can I say? I feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes We're losing glue I can't find a clue, I'm knocking on the door Somebody is dancing on the floor, then I know the score, I can't take it no more The Knicks winnin' can't even make me high, cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh I can't find it, it's been on my mind, I've been trying to find it day and night |
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