Sunday Lover by Gregor Meyle Lyrics
I always take it easy
I'm gonna make you feel good
So tell me all the secrets
Let's celebrate the night
Soon or later, we'll become the love of our life
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
Baby, we got nothing to lose
Baby, I'm not singing to the blues, yea yea yea
Still feels like we're children
We'll never learn to give it up
So c'mon take it easy
Tomorrow you'll be mine
Oh, I cannot wait
I gotta have you by my side
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
Baby, we got nothing to lose
Baby, I'm not singing to the blues
Baby, we got nothing to lose
Baby, I'm not singing yeah
I'm not singing
Not singing to the blues yeah!
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
I'm gonna make you feel good
So tell me all the secrets
Let's celebrate the night
Soon or later, we'll become the love of our life
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
Baby, we got nothing to lose
Baby, I'm not singing to the blues, yea yea yea
Still feels like we're children
We'll never learn to give it up
So c'mon take it easy
Tomorrow you'll be mine
Oh, I cannot wait
I gotta have you by my side
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
Baby, we got nothing to lose
Baby, I'm not singing to the blues
Baby, we got nothing to lose
Baby, I'm not singing yeah
I'm not singing
Not singing to the blues yeah!
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh
You are my Sunday lover, rive me
Before I lose the countenance, the countenance, oh oh oh oh oh