I’ve got so much stuff to do, No time for cryin’ over you, - TopicsExpress



          

I’ve got so much stuff to do, No time for cryin’ over you, ooh, ooh Sort the mail, pick up the yard, Change the strings on my guitar, ooh, ooh So I don’t forget, I’ll make a list Feed the car and wash the fish Till I’m so damn dizzy, I don’t know what day it is But, when Sunday comes, it’s gonna hurt like hell It’s gonna break my heart to wake up by myself I’m gonna go to church I’m gonna sit alone I’m gonna say a prayer I’m gonna drive back home No, I won’t even know you’re gone Not till Sunday comes
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 17:26:18 +0000

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