Sunday Horrors
Simon Comber
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Every sunday night I drive over to your mother's apartment Pick up a bottle of cheap red wine on the way We get the T.V room to ourselves 'Cos your mother's got a new boyfriend We get ready for scenes That some viewers may find offensive We pour generous glasses of wine Draw the curtains and turn out the light And then we turn up the volume To drown out your mother and her boyfriend When I see your face lit up by the screen And I listen to the actresses scream It all gets a little bit much For my heart to handle We kiss on the sofa, roll on the rug We've finished the wine by the time that the credits scroll up Our week begins and ends on Sunday night We live for the Sunday Horrors We live for the Sunday Horrors We live
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