...lying between my flannel sheets early one...
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...cloudy, Sunday morning...
easy like Lionel sang it
my mind caught a glimpse reminiscent
of a hundred nights ago
when I was a bell, and you rang it...
smooth and chilly, Sunday morning
BET jazz on the television....
and the announcer promised a set brought to me
by a True Believer in my religion...
no need to even open my eyes
my ears served as the portals
and my heart and soul were lifted heavenward
by the songs of the immortals
Bobby spoke truth through music
delivering the message in my native tongue
his voice so lilting, so beautiful
with each melody that was sung...
ooh Bobby made me weep
it was all that I could do...
on a cloudy, Sunday morning,
it was easy
to remember I was missing you....
Alyce (c) 2001
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...cloudy, Sunday morning...
easy like Lionel sang it
my mind caught a glimpse reminiscent
of a hundred nights ago
when I was a bell, and you rang it...
smooth and chilly, Sunday morning
BET jazz on the television....
and the announcer promised a set brought to me
by a True Believer in my religion...
no need to even open my eyes
my ears served as the portals
and my heart and soul were lifted heavenward
by the songs of the immortals
Bobby spoke truth through music
delivering the message in my native tongue
his voice so lilting, so beautiful
with each melody that was sung...
ooh Bobby made me weep
it was all that I could do...
on a cloudy, Sunday morning,
it was easy
to remember I was missing you....
Alyce (c) 2001