Sunday Morning

It’s Sunday morning lover—
where are you today?
I want you in this bed
so you and I can play
Let the others go to church,
go to service, go to mass
I’d rather be right here with you
and preach to that sweet –
Slip your arms around me
come and hold me tight
let’s make our way to heaven
let deisre guide our flight
It’s Sunday morning, lover
Can you hear the church bells ring?
God is calling us together
so we can consummate this thing—
(Hallelujah! Hear the angels sing!)
Lead me in a prayer
though blasphemous it may be
make me beg for your sweet mercy
let the angels hear my plea
The dawn is rising in the distance
light is creeping through the blinds
it shines glorious on your body
now I need to make you mine
Oh this feeling it’s sacrilegious
it might send me straight to hell
temptation is a devil
but this passion I can’t quell
Let me worship you this morning
Oh my love I’m on my knees
let me sip your holy chalice
if you please, oh if you please
Because it’s Sunday morning, lover
you’re my church today
let this verse serve as my sermon
and my word you must obey
Oh this love that burns within me
It’s of biblical proportions;
take me, bend me, turn me, twist me
in love’s holiest contortions
Yes, it’s Sunday morning lover
and in this bed with you I’ll stay
you’re my religion and my faith
you’re my love in every way
so spend this time with me
I’ll give you glory, I’ll give you praise
on this hallowed Sunday morning
on this holiest of days.