Text: Etta James. Her Best. A Sunday Kind Of Love.

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I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And Ia??d like to know ita??s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea

I want a a love thata??s on the square
Cana??t seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And Ia??m on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love

I do my Sunday dreaming, Oh yea
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh Ia??m hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way

And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea yea

I dona??t want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of loooove