Tell Me on a Sunday Songtext
von Denise van Outen

Back in high school we used to take it slow
Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos
Had a job downtown working the servo
Had me waiting in line couldn′t even let go

'Cause I never wanna be that guy
Who doesn′t even get a taste
No more having to chase
To win that prize

You're just a little bit out of my limit
It's been two years now you haven′t even seen the best of me
And In my mind now I′ve been over this a thousand times
But it's almost over
Let′s start over


Back in high school
We used to make up plans
Called you up one day to meet split ends

'Cause I never wanna be that guy
Who doesn′t even get a taste
No more having to chase
To win that prize

You're just a little bit out of my limit
It′s been two years now you haven't even seen the best of me
And In my mind now I've been over this a thousand times
But it′s almost over
Let′s start over
You're just a little bit out of my limit
It′s been two years now you haven't even seen the best of me
And In my mind now I′ve been over this a thousand time
But it's almost over
Let′s start over