I can only imagine for our worlds are far apart
How it would feel to hold this woman mouth to mouth, heart to heart
I guess it's a good things dreaming sweet
Why would a Sunday kind of woman, a Sunday kind of woman want an everyday man like me?

I have much of nightlife women, you see one, you've seen 'em all
And I wake up in the morning and I turn and face the wall
I long for someone special's company
But would a Sunday kind of woman, a Sunday kind of woman love an everyday man like me?

Would a Sunday kind of woman, a Sunday kind of woman love an everyday man like me?