Everyday Is Like Sunday Lyrics by Pretenders
Trudging slowly over wet sand, back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
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Trudging slowly over wet sand, back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
Remember the nights I cried
You were doing that old Cuban Slide
If this is public transportation
What are you doing here?
Such a drag to want something sometime
One thing leads to another I know
Meguil has set up home
With a woman half my age
Let’s get lost
Let’s get lost
Everybody chokes
When they see someone cut down in their prime
He doesn’t Make Shoes
Or Design a New Shirt