Letra da Música Church on Sunday de SAYGRACE

Oh, yeah
Oh-oh-oh

I ain't even leave my top, but we like that
One time for the cool guy
No one at my phone so I make time
Had you thinking you were so fine
And since I told you he was all mine
You've been keepin' this poppin' in my sideline
Sounds weird, but I can't lie
So wrong what it feels right
But it ain't true,
I should've thought this through
Why is it I never seem to know?
I didn't mean to lead you on!
No, it ain't you
I should've thought this through
Oh, baby it never seems to last
'Cause I'm too scared to take a chance

Hate to see you're falling for me
And I hate to leave you lonely
But my heart is cold as can be
Gotta go to church on Sunday

Used to wear my hear on my sleeve
Everything is not what it seems
Boy, you should be running from me
I gotta go to church on Sunday

Met a cute boy and he got cash
Real tall, and I like that
He was in the back at my friends' class
Real bull, so I let him pass
Took it for a ride, she ran fast
Never knew where he was going
Try to slow it down, try to make it dance
When we crashed it was all in
But it ain't true,
I should've thought this through
Why is it I never seem to learn?
I didn't mean to lead you on!
No, it ain't you
I should've thought this through
Oh, baby it never seems to last
'Cause I'm too scared to take a chance

Hate to see you're falling for me
And I hate to leave you lonely
But my heart is cold as can be
Gotta go to church on Sunday

Used to wear my hear on my sleeve
Everything is not what it seems
Boy, you should be running from me
I gotta go to church on Sunday

And I bet you gon' call me cryin'
Saying you pray that I see the light
That don't bother me, I don't mind
You gotta learn love it hurts sometimes
To say that I care it would just be a lie
You shouldn't waste any of your time
And if we only got just one life
Why does it feel like it's such a crime?

Hate to see you're falling for me
And I hate to leave you lonely
But my heart is cold as can be
Gotta go to church on Sunday

Used to wear my hear on my sleeve
Everything is not what it seems
Boy, you should be running from me
I gotta go to church on Sunday