Lyrics:
left to wander it might tell us lies
On Sunday, the arena was yours
By Monday, you were left with the noise
You'd fly around, 'til you hit the ground, no
know I've done all I can, wow
See I begged, stole and I borrowed, yeah
Ooh, that's why I'm easy, baby
Well, I'm easy like Sunday morning, yeah
of a fast pace
Sunday was a day of rest
Now, it's one more day for progress
And we can't slow down ?cause more is best
It's all an endless process
Mufasa (hmm?)
You know we finally here, right?
(Where are we?)
It's Friday then
Then Saturday, Sunday, what?
(Learn, their lives again, learn)
got it for me now just know I need it here by Sunday
We do it one way
Y'all do it some days
You trollin den my homie leave you holy like a Sunday
Shawty
like Sunday morning (Sunday morning)
Groovin' like summertime (Summertime, yeah, sing)
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah (Ba dee ah ba ba)
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get
And it's barely 1 a.m.
But the bouncer's saying you best get in a cab
Well the good time's not what it used to be
Got noise restrictions and fun police
dance through the night
But from tomorrow again
Wear a mask
“Someone walks
On a red carpet”
“I hear a loud noise
The car is rampaging”
“Someone cries
dance through the night
But from tomorrow again
Wear a mask
“Someone walks
On a red carpet”
“I hear a loud noise
The car is rampaging”
“Someone cries
People in here from all over the world
Men, women, little boys and girls
Gather 'round by the seaside
Beach party, tropics style
Diamond head
On a free Sunday afternoon
On a free Sunday afternoon
As time goes by
We might be able to make it
But only if you try
Can we have a chance at making it work
My grandfather gonna get me for this one
On a Sunday on a Sunday morning
On a Sunday morning on Sunday
Morning on a Sunday morning
Took me a minute
Sleepy sounds noise awake
Lost myself in the noise
Lost myself In the void
Lost myself paranoid
Lost myself faith by choice
Heart feeling cold Like
wine out of chalices on Sunday like we Catholics
And if this is an embassy, consider me ambassador
Official, no artificial preservatives or additives
I wake up on Sunday, close my eyes and it's Monday
Lost in a mess, don't know where I'm supposed to be
It's only my time, wasted days and sleepless
soon
Birds chirping by and people talking loudly
It's all white noise to you
Me I could sit here listening to them all day
Listening to this tune
We were
All that you were to me
Was just a dream
Your thoughts kept safe and sound
Away from me
Thought Id have you by now
It's hard to see
Don't you know
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
I know you're smart
You spin me 'round like a knot
You know the pieces, pieces of my heart
Sometimes it's fun, you pull my strings one by one
I know you're smart
You spin me 'round like a knot
You know the pieces, pieces of my heart
Sometimes it's fun, you pull my strings one by one
Half away from having dreams
On a Sunday, Sunday night
Walking all alone in the streets
On a Sunday, Sunday night
But then an angel passed me
Half awake and half in dreams
On a Sunday
Sunday night
Walkin all alone in the streets
On a Sunday
Sunday night
But then an angel passed me by
trying to be heard above your noise?
And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"
A little boy of three sittin' on the floor
Looks up
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