| It’s been a long blue Monday
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| Been rode hard and hung up wet
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| How did the weekend just fly by
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| I don’t want to give it up yet
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| I can’t be waiting all week
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| Just to hold you
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| So let me tell you what I’m gonna do
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| I’m gonna make it like a Sunday morning
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| I’m gonna hold you real tight
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| Bring you breakfast in bed
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| And if we can’t stop loving
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| To get biscuits out the oven
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| We’ll just let em burn like our kisses
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| And leave the dirty dishes
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| Yes I know it’s only 6pm
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| I’m closing all the curtain shades
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| Street lights are sneaking shadows in
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| Let’s pretend they’re from the morning sun
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| Slip your slippers and your PJs on
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| Turn the phone and the tv off
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| We’re gonna make it like a Sunday morning
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| I’m gonna hold you real tight
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| Bring you breakfast in bed
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| And if we can’t stop loving
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| To get biscuits out the oven
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| We’ll just let em burn like our kisses
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| And leave the dirty dishes
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| We’ll both pretend we missed
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| That post-it note list
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| Of things to do today
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| Baby hold me close
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| We’ll think about those
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| On Tuesday
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| We’re gonna make it like a Sunday morning
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| I’m gonna hold you real tight
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| And bring you breakfast in bed
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| And if we can’t stop loving
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| To get biscuits out the oven
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| We’ll just let em burn like our kisses
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| And leave the dirty dishes
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| I know we can’t stop loving
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| No we won’t stop loving
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| I’m gonna leave the dirty dishes, babe
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| Gonna leave the dirty dishes
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| I know we won’t stop loving
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| No we can’t stop loving
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| I’m gonna leave the dirty dishes lying there in the kitchen |