got the world on a stringSitting on a rainbowGot the

You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

Speak low, when you speak loveOur summer day withers away too

I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

My thoughts go back to a heavenly danceA moment of bliss

She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

Writer(s): BlackI'm gonna buy a paper doll, that I can call

There's hidden persuasion within your eyesYour charming indifference is but a

Love locked out in all the cold and rainLove locked out,

look at you and suddenlySomething in your eyes I

lean baby, tall and thinFive feet seven of bones

I'd know you anywhere, I'd know that grinI'd know you anywhere

I'm gettin' married in the morningDing-dong, the bells are gonna chimeWe'll

This is a lovely way to spend an eveningCan't think of

Oh, they say some people long agoWere searching for a different

Love is funny or it's sadOr it's quiet or it's madIt's

never smile againUntil I smile at youI'll never laugh againWhat

Frank:I've got a home in that rock, don't you see?I've got

got you under my skinI've got you deep in the