My mama warnin' me that fire is no toy Ya play with fire boy and you get burned ...Oh I got burned I learned the Hard Way (repeat) What others learned in Sunday
I'm like a Sunday morning, you're like Friday night And when we kiss it's the perfect weekend, no rain in sight And when I'm feelin' incomplete, you're
I've been waiting for a sign to come, are you the one? And I was breathless on a Sunday morning And I was speechless on a Sunday night For a lack of
I'm too pretty The (?) can get (?), stupid, I'm silly Money that come, runnin' like water Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous Miami on fire, you better
Sunday morning 9 a.m. I saw fire in the sky I felt my heart pound in my chest I heard an eagle cry Now I'm alive, I can breathe the air Feel the wind
her room and tears splashed the picture Of a new messiah She picked up a book of her father's life And threw it on the fire She knew from the start
highway, he would walk along Singin' old songs, singin' Sunday blues But his school bells were his only song Yes his school bells were his only song Through the fire
The seas overtaken with fire, men giving into their own desires. The world wrapped up in itself, not even noticing truly what is wealth. And I don??°
in the dark in a worls that leaves me with an uninspired heart All I know, is I'm so tired living life a barely feel give me hope, give me fire gimme
Friday night Built a fire that just won't quit And that was 1976 Yeah that was 1976, didn't know who we were yet Built a fire that just won't quit That
our time it took up I got a job with stanley He said I'd come in handy He started me on monday So I had a bath on sunday I worked eleven hours And bought
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed
A preacher, he went huntin' It was on a Sunday morn' Of course it was against his religion He took his gun along Shot some very fine quail One little
shoppin Alexander McQueen I mean, we just coolin on a Sunday Can't wait to ball out on Monday [Hook] [Verse 2] My Jaeger-LeCoultre is out ya culture The hoods on fire
instead. Or put that red light on ya head, and have led poppin' out the toaster like a slice of bread. I can handle gats, Im on fire like candle wax,
of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive
the hallway Like a lady's dress Death comes driving down the highway In its Sunday best A fire of unknown origin Took my baby away A fire of unknown
ticket for a pair of carpet slippers. Your in the same job till the day that you retire, You happy just to sit home, your feet up by the fire. It's