Lyrics: Sunday Part I
Album: Stereo Type A
Artist: Cibo Matto
 

The bomb in my heart is beating me a b note
Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo
‘cuz missin’ you on sunday morning, i need somethin’ new
It’s sunday morning
But nothing helps me… i’m just waiting for the milkman to come

I can’t find it, i can’t find it

Why do i feel so lonely? i don’t know how to compromise
You are my one and only. what can i find ’til the moon rises?

I feel dizzy, you’re so damn sleazy, i know you’ll say "i was busy"
Baby, take me out, it’s been rained out so i run to the bank to get my cash
And check our savings of love out but it’s closed on sunday
What can i say? i feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes
We’re losing glue i can’t find a clue, i’m knocking on the door
Somebody is dancing on the floor, then i know the score, i can’t take it no more

The knicks winnin’ can’t even make me high, cuttin’ coupons for nothing makes me sigh

I can’t find it, it’s been on my mind, i’ve been trying to find it day and night