Sunday Morning
Reginald “K.Son” Cason ©2007

Chorus:
Sunday morning you're here with me
I'm reading the paper
You're feeling the breeze
Sunday morning we're chillin' you see
And there's no place I'd rather be

Hello my lovely, hello my dear
Don't you love our cozy atmosphere?
The candles burn your favorite scent
They anticipate our main event
Enchanting me like Heaven's own
Baby know my house is now your home
So no more late nights on the phone
And no more fears of being alone

To look at you it warms my soul
As our fire burns with no control
Your smiling face and curly hair
Please forgive me when I stare
Lingerie that hugs your frame
And then you softly, sweetly voice my name
We listen to the rhythmic rain
Now our Sundays will never be the same