| Song | Sunday Girl |
| Artist | Ourself Beside Me |
| Album | Ourself Beside Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Every lonely Saturday night | |
| She cries alone like a queen in bed | |
| She left her room she closes her eyes | |
| She play a trick without any lights | |
| Her mom takes some candy at Sunday night | |
| She calls her daughter Sunday girl | |
| But she doesn't want to see her anymore | |
| She quit the game and she's so bored | |
| She wants love like someone else | |
| But she knows love's just a silly game | |
| Whatever she pertends she's not right | |
| Now she takes some pills then tries to forget |