lördag 21 februari 2009

Som på nytt ...

På Nytt, låter nästan som ett slags magazin. Och det kan det väl vara.
Ett Magazin. Över det som liknar Etta James förtvilade längtan när hon sjunger
A Sunday Kind of Love:


I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night And I?d like to know
it?s more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yeaI want a a love that?s on the square Can?t seem to find somebody
Someone to care And I?m on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love
I do my Sunday dreaming,
Oh yea And all my Sunday scheming Every minute, every hour, every day
Oh I?m hoping to discover A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea yeaI don?t want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday
oh yea I want a Sunday Sunday I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of loooove

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