“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. 

I want a love that’s on the square,
Can’t seem to find somebody to care,
I’m on a lonely road that leads me nowhere,
I need a Sunday kind of love.

I do my Sunday dreaming, and all my Sunday scheming, 
Every minute, every hour, every day, 
I’m hoping to discover a certain kind of lover, 
Who can show me the way.

My arms need someone to enfold,
To keep me warm when Mondays are cold,
A love for all my life to have and to hold,
I want a Sunday kind of love.”

ETTA JAMES

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