I Hate Your Guts on Sunday - текст песни
I Hate Your Guts on Sunday
I hate your guts on Sunday no other day of the week I hate your guts on Sunday
But Monday morning you look so sweetI hate your guts on Sunday and I'm not
Even sure why 'cause I love your guts on Friday night You gotta go work while
I stay here just sitting and scratching in my underwear Hating you on Sunday
Really only means I care I hate your guts on Sunday and I don't know what to
Do Monday's the catalyst for readjusting my attitude I hate your guts on
Sunday I hate my own guts as well but every other day I think you're swell
Sunday always feels like a funeral like setting the alarm to be on time for
School But don't sweat and don't forget that every other day I think you're
Totally cool
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