Sunday Samba
R. Stevie Moore, Mike Burroughs
Just a Sunday samba
Meant for me and you
Just a little song
What is there to do?
Underneath the clouds of white
Then I'm with you in the night
It's night, and I love you
Just a little samba on a Sunday
Everybody knows it
When we walk away
Hand in hand together
On a quite day
Things that I enjoy so much
On this night I love your touch
Tonight I will see you
Just a little samba on a Sunday
I have thought and thought and wondered
If I loved you
I don't really have to ask myself
'cause I really do
I can sing a samba
If I have to tell
How I really need you
Ever since I fell
I have finally realized
And tonight I'm not surprised
My love's never-ending
Just a little samba on a Sunday
Just a happy samba for you
Just a Sunday samba with you
Just a Sunday samba for you