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ROB THOMAS lyrics : "Sunday Morning New York Blue"

It's early
Honey put on your lipstick
I want to take you dancing

Even though I can't dance

I'll drive

Down to the place on the west side
Somewhere we can't see the sun rise
A better than even chance


[Chorus:]
Another Saturday is over

And here comes Sunday shining through
And I can stay right here forever
Sunday morning New York blue


Downtown
Girls who wear boots with their ball gowns

Looking for boys with their guards down
Maybe they might just win


Someday
When we get old and our hair's grey
We won't remember the bad days

Or maybe we will but we won't say

[Chorus]


Feeling just the way I do
We're dancing our way into

Sunday morning New York blue

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