Sundays Another Flavour текст песни, слова песни Another Flavour Sundays
Sundays - Another Flavour
they taste another flavour
and pretty soon youЎЇre gone
fashion - this time itЎЇs too late
you knew youЎЇd have to pay for this one day
he loves me now - he loves me not-
he loves me once again
usual story, another surprise
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
fashion - this time itЎЇs alright
they tickle you with a feather
they tell you youЎЇre sublime
turn on - to each their own
usual story, another surprise
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
fashion - the timing was wrong
your friends are fair weather
you knew it all along
turn on - to each their own
itЎЇs doing my mind in another surprise
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah...)
donЎЇt let them black you out for the evening
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