Every Sunday morning,
U wake up in the sky!
Rising in the silk gown,
The teddy by your side
Curtains down
Dazzy town
The half-melted eyes,
Woken by my sound..
Every Sunday morning…
Every Sunday morning…
Every Sunday morning,
U love the Hornbill flying high!
Ice cube and the tea,
Walking to ur pink bed,
Butter on the bread,
Rolling down ur cerise shade
The fully-melted eyes,
Now craving to be bride..
Every Sunday morning..
Every Sunday morning..
Every Sunday morning,
U cook the dish and do a fry!
Kneading dough, steaming rice
Ur cuteness spoke with a smile
I gazed at you for a while,
Squizzing tomatoes, paneer slice,
The helping hands had travelled a mile,
The love had spoken,
Inking the words,
forming the lines..
Every Sunday morning..
Every Sunday morning…