Tell Me on a Sunday Songtext
von Michael Crawford
Tell Me on a Sunday Songtext
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 down easy, no big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend the day
Take me to a zoo that′s got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don′t wanna know who's to blame, it won′t help knowing
Don't wanna fight day and night, bad enough you′re going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don′t get mad 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, bad enough you′re going
Don′t leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get mad an slam the door, that′s no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Don't run off in the pouring rain
Don′t call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
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 down easy, no big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend the day
Take me to a zoo that′s got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don′t wanna know who's to blame, it won′t help knowing
Don't wanna fight day and night, bad enough you′re going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don′t get mad 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, bad enough you′re going
Don′t leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get mad an slam the door, that′s no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Don't run off in the pouring rain
Don′t call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday, please
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber, Don Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com