Heaven On A Sunday Lyrics by Julia Cole
Window open, strawberry breeze
Room is glowing, just you and me
Nothing better than us together
And all day just to do whatever
Sun comes up, baby, you know how to wake me
Lay it on thick like biscuits and gravy
Waffles and chicken, countertop kissing
Far as I can see, honey, ain’t nothing missing
Spinning me ’round like a record in the kitchen
Oh. So sweet I’m ‘a keep sipping
Champagne popping, O.J. pouring
A little taste of Heaven on a Sunday morning
Crash landing, hair is a mess
Couch camping, ain’t getting dressed
We’re off the deep end, you know what I’m thinking
Hallelujah, thank God for the weekend
Sun comes up, baby, you know how to wake me
Lay it on thick like biscuits and gravy
Waffles and chicken, countertop kissing
Far as I can see, honey, ain’t nothing missing
Spinning me ’round like a record in the kitchen
Oh so sweet I’m ‘a keep sipping
Champagne popping, O.J. pouring
A little taste of Heaven on a Sunday morning
Sun comes up, baby, you know how to wake me
Lay it on thick like biscuits and gravy
Waffles and chicken, countertop kissing
Far as I can see, honey, ain’t nothing missing
Spinning me ’round like a record in the kitchen
Oh so sweet I’m ‘a keep sipping
Champagne popping, O.J. pouring
A little taste of Heaven on a Sunday morning
Mm. La da da da, da da da da da da, da da mm
