tell me on a Sunday
Marti Webb
don't write a letter
when you want to leave
don't call me at 3 a.m.
from a friend's apartment
i'd like to choose
how i hear the news
take me to a park
that's covered with trees
tell me on a  Sunday please
let me know easy
no big song and dance
no long faces, no long looks
no deep conversation
i know the way
we should spend that day
take me to a zoo
that's got chimpanzees
tell me on a Sunday please
don't want to know
who's to blame
it won't help knowing
don't want to fight
day and night
but enough for going
don't leave in silence
with no word at all
don't get drunk and slam the door
that's no way to end this
i know how i
want you to say goodbye
find a circus ring
with a flying trapeze
tell me on a Sunday please
i don't want to fight
day and night
but enough for going
don't leave in slience
with no word at all
don't get drunk and slam the door
that's no way to end this
i know how i
want you to say goodbye
find a circus ring
with a flying trapeze
tell me on a Sunday please