Blame It On Sunday
we fell in love
it was easy...
like a Sunday morning
ignoring the milk bucket
as though chores didn't exist
like a Sunday morning
reading the comic section
as though the front page never shed a tear
like a Sunday morning
watching a falling barometer
as though sunshine and rain never fooled around
like a Sunday morning
crawling out of bed
as though Saturday night never sinned
like a Sunday morning
squandering a fat paycheck on champagne breakfast
as though collection plates overflowed while little devils skated on fresh ice
we fell in love
it was easy
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