Letra de 'Sunday Lover' de Jessica Simpson

Coltrane in the kitchen, this is what was missing
I been waiting to be touched like that
Pushing up against it, fingers on my skin
I feel 'em slipping down the small of my back

You're all that I desire, souls are catching fire
Won't you tell me what you want with your eyes
Sunday kinda lovin', I can't get enough
And, baby, I'm gon' take my sweet time

I will be what's best for you, babe
I can be the best for your body
I can be what's best for any body
I'm just tired of being without you

Flip it to the b side, throw me on the table
Let me rub my soul against yours
Put your hands on my hips, put your honey on my lips
I'ma climb on up and show you my world

Something's comin' over, losing all control and
I'm about to push us up to the edge
So kiss all of my curves, hang on every single word
Oh, honey, yeah, you heard what I said

I will be what's best for you, babe
I can be the best for your body
I can be what's best for any body
I'm just tired of being without you

I will be what's best for you, babe
I can be the best for your body
I can be what's best for any body
I'm just tired of being without you

Without you
Oh, oh, oh

Without you
Oh, oh, oh

I feel your bones up against my own
Can't leave you weak, can't leave you all alone
I breathe you in, you breathe me out

I will be what's best for you, babe
I can be the best for your body
I can be what's best for any body
I'm just tired of being without you

I will be what's best for you, babe
I can be the best for your body
I can be what's best for any body
I'm just tired of being without you

Without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Without you
Oh, oh, oh

Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Without you
Oh, oh, oh
Without you