A Good Sunday
Thomas Helland
he was looking for love
she was looking for fun
he would recite a poem
she would play with his gun
i bet you never had a good sunday morning
the mind is growing weary as she is yawning
he was looking at her
she was looking at him
she turned around
and he committed a sin
i bet you never had a happy ending
the mind is growing weary as his head is expanding
no i bet you never knew what i could do with this finger
the mind is growing weary as she's letting it linger