Oh,
the things we can do.
Oh, the things we can do.
Oh,
the things we can do.
Then one Sunday morning comes,
it's breakfast in bed.
Monday
is parted.
Back again, just where I started.
Waiting and longing.
I gotta make the time go by.
I'm planning, preparing.
On those few precious days,
we're sharing our own secret hideaway.
Oh,
the weekend with you.
Oh,
the things we can do.
We will make love,
we'll have good stories and then,
then one Sunday morning comes,
it's breakfast in bed.