Sunday

Sunday, stay here.
Butter in the pan and your hand in my hand.
Sunday, stay here.
Sunday, stay here.
We don't need much, just your rhythm and mine.
Sunday, stay here.
Let the world rush by, down the hall, out the door.
We got a soft little kingdom on the checkered floor.
One more kiss than another one.
You and me, baby, till the day gets done.
Sunday, stay here.
Sunday, stay here.