Sunny Sunday — Leona Naess

I couldn't sleep his skin it smelled so sweet I couldn't stay, I'm sorry I had to creep away I closed the door and left you there and your shirt on the chair Oh sunny Sunday valentine honey

His eyes are blue the nights don't justify you sunny Sunday valentine honey I'm naughty, it's true I didn't mean to sneak up on you Oh sunny Sunday valentine honey

We talk of music We talk of touch I didn't mean to like you so much Oh sunny Sunday valentine honey