Etta James’ At Last

I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love, oh yeah yeah

I want a, a love that’s on the square
Can’t seem to find somebody, someone to care
And I’m on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of love

I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yeah
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
Oh, I’m hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way

And my arms need someone, someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life, to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah
I don’t want a Monday
Tuesday or Wednesday
Or Thursday, Friday
Or Saturday
Oh, nothing
But Sunday
Oh yeah
I want a Sunday
Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yeah
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday kind of love