Lyrics Morningsiders – Lucianne
Text:
Lucianne
I’m down on the floor
And I’m not asking for much more
Than your hand
Lucianne
I’m running out of steam
And it’s starting to seem
Like I’m your man
I’m running out of steam
And it’s starting to seem
Like I’m your man
Lucianne
Won’t you come back to me?
Won’t you come home?
Lucianne
Don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of Sunday morn?
Lucianne
Your friends kind of suck
And I don’t give a fuck
What they say
Lucianne
Let’s go for a walk
You know they’re gonna talk
Anyway
Lucianne
Won’t you come back to me?
Won’t you come home?
Lucianne
Don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of Sunday morn?
Lucianne
Won’t you come back to me?
Won’t you come home?
Lucianne
Don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of Sunday morn?
Lucianne
Don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of Sunday morn?
Lucianne
Won’t you come back to me?
Won’t you come home?
Lucianne
Don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of Sunday morn?
Lucianne
Won’t you come back to me?
Won’t you come home?
Lucianne
Don’t you think we could live
In the last hour of Sunday morn?
