From the wind that blows by To the sun that touches your skin On a Sunday afternoon. I'm jealous! Because nothing loves you like I do. I said nothing loves you like I do. Said I'm jea- jealous Said I'm jealous I said I wish my hands could do

When it's rainin' on Sunday And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday, Stormin' like crazy, We'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself Cause we've got better things that we can do It ticks just like a

Groovin', on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Groovin', down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do

If I had the chance to make one wish Every single moment would be like this Laying here baby, just me and you Yeah, and every day would be Sunday afternoon I swear it feels just like The clocks slow down for a while And the air tastes sweeter And

Stopping every minute just because you're in it Baby don't rush Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me It's how it's supposed to be Just hanging on every touch Let's wake up in the afternoon Pretend that we got nothing to do No we don't