letra de sunday - kwaku asante
brading your hair
the secrets we shared oh my love
the sound of the rain, hitting the pane oh it’s poetry
grabbing your hip, i know you like that
taking a sip, mean well there
soften up and sweeter
a rarest precious mamacita yeah
just gimme that love
let’s break bread then i’ll break your back
rituals accustomed that we’d grown to have
suns down
i watch you while both your eyes are closed
a blind man could see i’m so grateful to be involved
with you babe
just you
hmm
let me care for you
i’ll cater to you
every sunday ooooh
ooooh ooooh ooooh
stroking your face
always in first place it feels lovely
such a good time to lose track of time
when you’re right here
no place i’d rather be with lucid contingency
broke my heart right across
then you fixed it for free
petals bloom in the winter
please hold to consider
i know you came first but the only winner is me, baby
just me
let me care for you
i’ll cater to you
every sunday
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