Sunday Morning New York Blue - Rob Thomas

It's early
Honey put on your lipstick
I want to take you dancing
Even though I can't dance

I'll drive
Down to the place on the west side
Somewhere we can't see the sun rise
A better than even chance

Another Saturday is over
And here comes Sunday shining through
And I can stay right here forever
Sunday morning New York blue

Girls who wear boots with their ball gowns
Looking for boys with their guards down
Maybe they might just win

When we get old and our hair's grey
We won't remember the bad days
Or maybe we will but we won't say


Feeling just the way I do
We're dancing our way into
Sunday morning New York blue

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