Text: Cibo Matto. Sunday Part 1.

The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note
Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo
Missin' you on a Sunday morning

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
I can't find it, I can't find it
I can't find it, I can't find it
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?

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
I run to the bank to get my cash

And to 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 are losing glue, I can't find a clue

I'm knocking on the door
Someone busy on the floor
Then I know the score
I can't take it no more

Knicks winnin' can't even make me high
Cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh
Knicks winnin' can't even make me high
Cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh

Knicks winnin' can't even make me high
Cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh
Knicks winnin' can't even make me high
Cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh

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?

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?

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?
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