Sunday (1994) – Devotion Lyrics

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Chipped tooth in your smile
That you blame on your motorcycle
And the barmaid's voice
Is as shrill as a dentist drill
But I'm happy here in my sundress, and American accent
As the locals stare
'Cause I gotta mouth like a millionaire

And I know there's an ocean between us
And I wanna drown in you

Last call, closing time
You slur your words, and it sounds like heaven to me
So clear your last beer, baby
High life, low-income
They don't make them like you where I'm from
I'm sick and I'm a fool
I'm devoted to you, you

My eyes gotta squint
'Cause the gin, oh, it tastes like petrol
As the bar choir sings
"God save our gracious King"

And you, you got a past that a preacher couldn't fix
But you healed me better than Jesus

Last call, closing time
You slur your words, and it sounds like heaven to me
So clear your last beer, baby
High life, low-income
They don't make them like you where I'm from
I'm sick and I'm a fool
I'm devoted to (you)

I knew you felt the same as I
When you put your pounding chest on mine
Tight grip around the bottle and me (forever)

Last call, closing time
You slur your words, it sounds like heaven to me
So clear your last beer, baby
High life, low-income
They don't make them like you where I'm from
I'm sick and I'm a fool
I'm devoted to you

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