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I was lookin? at my feet when she came up to me
A Bible in her hands
Now I don?t believe in God but she made me think
That we are all gonna die my

Sunday girls are always callin? me
Wondering what it?s like
Any other day of the week other than Sunday

Sigmund, believe, life, death
Even his deathbed
It seems hard follow
But I, but I, but I, but I, but I, but I, but

Sigmund Freud did not believe in life after death
Even on his deathbed he would not confide
It seems hard for me to follow in his steps
But I?ve got to give it a try my

Sunday girls are always callin? me
Wondering what it?s like crazy as it seems
I want a girl that is out of control

Every night I feel that every day is wrong
Every night I?m fucked up while she?s
Asleep in His arms my Sunday girl

Crazy Sunday girls
My head is spinning round, damn that girl is out of control