Sunday Driver Letra

And it's paradise in his love mobile

And I'm stuck here right behind him
Held hostage by the double yellow line
The sign says 55, he's going thirty
And it's clear that he has no concern for time

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He 's a Sunday, Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon

But I will not blink my headlights
No, I will not honk my horn
Cause I know (I know) just what he's feeling
cause I've been in that sweet driver's seat before

(Chorus:)
He 's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon

There's a growing line of angry cars behind us
Like a centipede of metal single file
But I will not let them interrupt his romance
I'll be his guardian angel for awhile

(Chorus:)
He 's a Sunday, a Sunday driver
He don't want to get his baby home too soon
He's a Sunday, Sunday driver
In the middle of my Thursday afternoon