Butch Walker - #1 Summer Jam | Текст песни

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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 me
Don't think I'll see you around

So won'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
crowd sufers up above me
Tryin' to get to you cuz 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

And oh, what a fool I must be
So far away of my world

So Won't you came back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Everydays'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 mighta liked me
But other guy up above me
Tryin' to get to you cuz I let tou 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 (i wonder), if you wonder (if you wonder), what we could be

And I got a scar where you saw me,
Dont think I'll see you around

So won'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
crowd sufers up above me
Tryin' to get to you cuz I let you go

So won't you come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Why you gotta run away?
Everyday's a Monday
Now that you're gone
Come back Sunday (come back Sunday)
Why you have to get away?
Before I got a minute
The minute was gone
Think you mighta liked me
But other guy up above me
Tryin' to get to you cuz I let to you go

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