Sunday afternoon

I put on my dress Pull up my white tights My mother braids my hair Maybe I'll feel him this time I raise my hands I close my eyes But I feel empty inside I'm looking for God In this building filled with pews I'm searching for God On a Sunday afternoo

one sunday on sunday afternoon just can't wait to get out of my room to see the trees and watch the flowers bloom better be quick cause the rain might coming soon one sunday on sunday afternoon i straw my way along the avenue away my hand to my lovel

Sunday Afternoon - 曹格 on the sunday afternoon where the sky is blue. birds are singing,trees are dancing,dancing just for you. what a wonderful afernoon. were the flowers blue,church singing,people playing,playing just for you. woo baby i love you. i

Good night おやすみ 素敵な今日は もうおしまい 今日笑った えくぼの数を 数えましょう Good night さあほら 瞳をとじて おやすみ Good night ちいさな その手に抱いた 夢はなあに? 今日流した 涙の数だけ 強くなるよ Good night 静かに 寝息をたてて おやすみ あらしのよるが 窓をたたいたら 朝がくるまで そばにいるから Good night 今宵も やさしい月が 蒼く照らす 今日話した ともだちと夢と 遊びましょう Good night あしたも 笑

Yeah, on the remix to up Sunday afternoon, yo DOA, bring it to me, baby Well, well, well Listen to me, baby I Bright and early Sunday morning I go to church and thank the Lord for another day And when the service is over I spend a little time with my

It's a choice to stay It's a dream yeah and I wanna wake You have blood on your hands and I'm feeling faint And honey yeah, you can't decide I'm a drug you don't wanna give up Smoke your cigarette and make your love flow You poured blood in my heart,

Sweet breeze through the window and mild sunshine. Sometimes it made me irksome but now that's all beautiful. Pure laughter of children and song of birds. Sometimes it made me irksome but now that's all beautiful. you turn me all around. I love you.

Sweet breeze through the window and mild sunshine Sometimes it made me irksome but now that`s all beautiful. Pure laughter of children and song of birds Sometimes it made me irksome but now that`s all beautiful. You turn me all around. I love you. I

I can think of better days As I look into your eyes And I feel that in a way I know that you'll be alright And he walks for a mile It's his style Baby never acts wild Feels he's invencible He walks for a while But I never ask why He needs his time in

Sunday Afternoon - Hooverphonic This sunny second in the late afternoon December has a nice closely gloom The clock's ticking while the wind keeps blowing It's four to five The warm fills the room While listening to some more 45's On Sunday afternoon