Текст песни Sundays - Another Flavour
Sundays - Another Flavour слова песни
Fashion - the timings all wrongThey taste another flavourAnd pretty soon youre goneFashion - this time its too lateYou knew youd have to pay for this one dayHe loves me now - he loves me not-He loves me once againUsual story, another surprise(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)Fashion - this time its alrightThey tickle you with a featherThey tell you youre sublimeTurn on - to each their ownUsual story, another surprise(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)Fashion - the timing was wrongYour friends are fair weatherYou knew it all alongTurn on - to each their ownIts doing my mind in another surprise(ooh yeah, ooh yeah...)Dont let them black you out for the eveningSad-happy sufferer no no noDont let them crack youTry not to feel itAs long as theyre watching your show this time