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Sunday Best Lyrics by Smithfield
Smithfield Lyrics
Leave your close-toed heels and your put-together
At the front door
When ma took three times to tie our tie
They're on the floor, right next to your
Stand up straight, watch what you say
Act like everything's all okay, it's okay
I want your Monday morning running late
Your little too drunk on a Saturday
All the ups and downs, baby don't leave out a thing
Give me your momma's temper and your daddy's edge
Every bit of your every day beautiful mess
The side of you nobody gets to see
You don't gotta wear your Sunday best for me
Don't you play that part, hide what's on your heart
I wanna know it
I'll be somewhere safe, you can fall, you can break
Got your back when the front fades away
I want your Monday morning running late
Your little too drunk on a Saturday
All the ups and downs, baby don't leave out a thing
Give me your momma's temper and your daddy's edge
Every bit of your every day beautiful mess
The side of you nobody gets to see
You don't gotta wear your Sunday best for me
All the eyes and the lights in this little town
They're all missing out
'Cause I love your Monday morning running late
Your little too drunk on a Saturday
All the ups and downs, baby don't leave out a thing
Oh, give me your momma's temper and your daddy's edge
Every bit of your every day beautiful mess
The side of you nobody gets to see
You don't gotta wear your Sunday best for me, yeah
You don't gotta wear your Sunday best for me
You don't gotta wear your Sunday best for me
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