Sunday, Pt. 1 Lyrics - Stereo Type A - Cibo Matto

The bomb in my heart is beating me a be note 

Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo 

'Cause missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new 

It's Sunday morning 

But nothing helps me 

I'm just waiting for the milkman to come 

I can't find it, I can't find it 

Why do I feel so lonely? I don't know how to compromise 

You are my one and only. What can I find 'til the moon rises? 

I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, I know you'll say "I was busy" 

Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so I run to the bank to get my cash 

And check our savings of love out but it's closed on Sunday 

What can I say? I feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes 

We're losing glue I can't find a clue, I'm knocking on the door 

Somebody is dancing on the floor, then I know the score, I can't take it no more 

The Knicks winnin' can't even make me high, cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh 

I can't find it, it's been on my mind, I've been trying to find it day and night