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. Well I want a Sunday kind of love. Oh yea yea. And my arms need someone to hold. To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold. I need love for all my life to have and to hold. Well I want a Sunday kind of love. Oh yea yea yea. I don’t want nothing baby. Well I want a Sunday kind of love. Oh yea