I'm Above
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight.
Desperados. Travlin. What the fucks up son. We could
do this word up we could this.
Chrous:
Spendin to many nights on the hyena gettin right
Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice
I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it
To many nights on the hyena gettin right
Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice
I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it
Ca
Sunday Kind of Love
I want a Sunday Kind of Love.
A love to last, past Saturday night.
I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight.
I want a Sunday Kind of Love.
And I want a, a love that's on the square.
Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care.
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere.
I need a Sunday kind of love.
I do all my Sunday dreaming, and all my scheming.
Every minute, every hour, every day
And I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of
lover Who will show me the way.
And my arms need someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Monday's and Tuesday's grow
cold. And I need a love for all my life to have
and to hold.
I want a Sunday kind of love.