| Song | Sunday Afternoons |
| Artist | Vanessa Daou |
| Album | Real Ibiza |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Daou, Jong |
| [00:29.170] | I sit at home |
| [00:33.669] | At my desk alone |
| [00:38.808] | As I used to do |
| [00:43.019] | On many Sunday afternoons |
| [00:48.455] | When you came back to me |
| [00:53.309] | Your arms ached for me |
| [00:57.672] | And your arms would close me in |
| [01:01.519] | Though they smelled of other women |
| [01:06.809] | I think of you on Sunday afternoons |
| [01:26.580] | Your sweet head would bow |
| [01:30.748] | Like a child somehow |
| [01:35.906] | Down to me |
| [01:39.465] | And your hair and your eyes were wild |
| [01:45.179] | We would embrace on the floor |
| [01:50.184] | You see my back's still sore |
| [01:54.648] | You knew how easily I bruised |
| [01:58.577] | It´s a soreness I would never lose |
| [02:04.109] | I think of you on Sunday afternoons |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Daou, Jong |
| [00:29.170] | I sit at home |
| [00:33.669] | At my desk alone |
| [00:38.808] | As I used to do |
| [00:43.019] | On many Sunday afternoons |
| [00:48.455] | When you came back to me |
| [00:53.309] | Your arms ached for me |
| [00:57.672] | And your arms would close me in |
| [01:01.519] | Though they smelled of other women |
| [01:06.809] | I think of you on Sunday afternoons |
| [01:26.580] | Your sweet head would bow |
| [01:30.748] | Like a child somehow |
| [01:35.906] | Down to me |
| [01:39.465] | And your hair and your eyes were wild |
| [01:45.179] | We would embrace on the floor |
| [01:50.184] | You see my back' s still sore |
| [01:54.648] | You knew how easily I bruised |
| [01:58.577] | It s a soreness I would never lose |
| [02:04.109] | I think of you on Sunday afternoons |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Daou, Jong |
| [00:29.170] | I sit at home |
| [00:33.669] | At my desk alone |
| [00:38.808] | As I used to do |
| [00:43.019] | On many Sunday afternoons |
| [00:48.455] | When you came back to me |
| [00:53.309] | Your arms ached for me |
| [00:57.672] | And your arms would close me in |
| [01:01.519] | Though they smelled of other women |
| [01:06.809] | I think of you on Sunday afternoons |
| [01:26.580] | Your sweet head would bow |
| [01:30.748] | Like a child somehow |
| [01:35.906] | Down to me |
| [01:39.465] | And your hair and your eyes were wild |
| [01:45.179] | We would embrace on the floor |
| [01:50.184] | You see my back' s still sore |
| [01:54.648] | You knew how easily I bruised |
| [01:58.577] | It s a soreness I would never lose |
| [02:04.109] | I think of you on Sunday afternoons |