I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love I want a a love that's on the square Can't seem to find somebody Someone to care And I'm on a lonely

Oh, come back, baby Oh, now, now Oh, mama, please, don't go, yeah 'Cause the way I love you Child, you'll never know Yeah, yeah let's talk it over Oh, one more time Well, I admit, baby That I was wrong

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la

Dedicato a tutti quelli che Bastasse già Sono allo sbando Stanno aspettando Se bastasse una bella canzone A far piovere amore Si potrebbe cantarla un milione Un milione di volte Non ci vorrebbe poi tanto a imparare ad amare di più

I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights

(Have some mercy on me) Hey alligator, have some mercy on me And you should know by now my heart is in your teeth Cold blooded, hot headed, I love it, I can't escape you Why do I come back for more? It's human nature Have some mercy on me Hold me tight

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

If it were left up to me It would take more than a notion We could put ideas in motion Had it been left up to you Would you try, would you try I would try We would live in a bubble If it were left up to me or you we would stay out of trouble

And left so far out from the shore That I can't find my way back, my way anymore I won't be told anymore That I've been brought down in this storm No I won't be told anymore That I've been brought back in this storm