Sunday Paper
Album: Skeleton Arm
By: Angie Mattson
By: Angie Mattson
Duration
3:30
Description
Sunday Paper is a song to a lover who keeps one foot out the door.
Lyrics
Lets face it sunday paper you rigged the races gotta hand it to you you deliver right to the front door never should've left it swinging open CHORUS You had every kind of secret every different season i let you creep in I tried to keep you at a distance failing my resistance i let you seep in so what's the score if loves for glory shame's for morning or so I'm learning and what was this for i guess more is more at the end of the day everybody's a whore CHORUS Oh I can't help it its the way you mold me and I can't help it its the way you infold me and I can't help it its the way you love me and I can't help it its the way you're above me CHORUS
