#1 Summer Jam Lyrics - Letters - Butch Walker

Don't put another thing on my plate 

My brain is so full of your face I ate 

I counted the hours 

Since the minute that I drove by you 

And I got a scar where you saw it 

Don't think I'll see you around 

So don't you come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Everyday's a Monday 

Now that you're gone 

Come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Before I got a minute 

The minute was gone 

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Think you kinda dug me 

But other guys are up above me 

Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go 

I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy 

But something in the sunlight between your thighs 

Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you 

Oh, what a fool I must be 

You're so far away from my world 

So don't you come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Everyday's a Monday 

Now that you're gone 

Come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Before I got a minute 

The minute was gone 

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Think you kinda dug me 

But other guys are up above me 

Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go 

And it's never been so weird 

To be at the bottom looking up 

And I went into this movie of blood and guts 

Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up 

And I wonder 

(And I wonder) 

If you wonder, what we could be 

(If you wonder) 

And I got a scar where you saw it 

Don't think I'll see you around 

So don't you come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Everyday's a Monday 

Now that you're gone 

Come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Before I got a minute 

The minute was gone 

Think you kinda dug me 

But other guys are up above me 

Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go 

So don't you come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Everyday's a Monday 

Now that you're gone 

Come back Sunday 

(Come back Sunday) 

Before I got a minute 

The minute was gone 

Think you kinda dug me 

But other guys are up above me 

Trying to get to you 'coz I let you go