RAY CHARLES


Ev'ry Sunday Afternoon Lyrics

[He]
I love to do my work,
Never complain;
Never get tired,
Don't mind the strain.
I always say, "Old man,
Wait till you're through.
Sunday will come-
Thursday comes, too.
In those two days
Think what you'll do."
For they're the lovely days with you.

Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
We'll be free as birds in flight.
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We'll make up on Thursday night.
Leave the dishes,
Dry your hands.
Change your wishes
To commands.
Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'll be polite,
But we'll make love on Thursday night.

[She]
I work my life away
Thinking of play.
What will I wear?
What will you say?
Then I remind myself,
"Old girl, you're strong,
And you're in love.
Life can't go wrong.
Smile your old smile,
Sing your old song.
Wait till those dear days come along."

Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
We'll be free as birds in flight.
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We'll make up on Thursday night.
I'm your slave, dear,
But it's bliss.
If you shave, dear,
We can kiss.
Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'll be polite,
But we'll make love on Thursday night.

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