Yours. To Be by Tim Burgess Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning
Unconsciously conscious
In the backseat of the car
Windows wound down
My arm around you
Feeling like a superstar
Oh what a feelin'
To be yours

[Verse 2]
I thought I liked you
But I loved you
That's how things can go
I may seem distant
But I heard you playing
On the radio

[Bridge]
Oooohhh what a feeling
To be yours
Oooohhh what a feeling
To be yours To be yours
[Outro]
To be yours (ooohh) To be yours
To be yours