Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,

Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other

I'll go back, I know now that I'll go backThat my

and flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in

I wouldn't trade Christmas, no, no, never would IWouldn't trade Christmas,

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

I will leave you softlyFor my heart would break

Lookin' at the world through rose-colored glassesEverything is rosy nowLookin' at

Hey there cutes, put on your dancin' bootsAnd come dance with

Sleep warm, sleep tight, when you turn off the lightSleep warm,

I cover the waterfrontI'm watching the seaWill the one I love

dim all the lights and I sink in my

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable youEmbrace me, you irreplaceable youJust one

It's the right kind of love, it's the right kind of

All or nothing at allHalf a love, never appealed to meIf

Dry your eyes and take your song outIt's a newborn afternoonIf

It's like singin' to empty tablesOr a gallery full of ghostsOr

Oh, ohOh, ohHer eyes were softer than the nightHer lips were

I begged her, I pleaded, I told herBaby, come out of

If I steal a kiss, dear, I'll surely return it somedayIf