[He]
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I love to do my work,
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Never complain;
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Never get tired,
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Don't mind the strain.
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I always say, "Old man,
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Wait till you're through.
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Sunday will come-
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Thursday comes, too.
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In those two days
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Think what you'll do."
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For they're the lovely days with you.
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Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
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We'll be free as birds in flight.
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If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
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We'll make up on Thursday night.
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Leave the dishes,
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Dry your hands.
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Change your wishes
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To commands.
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Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'll be polite,
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But we'll make love on Thursday night.
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[She]
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I work my life away
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Thinking of play.
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What will I wear?
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What will you say?
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Then I remind myself,
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"Old girl, you're strong,
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And you're in love.
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Life can't go wrong.
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Smile your old smile,
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Sing your old song.
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Wait till those dear days come along."
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Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
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We'll be free as birds in flight.
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If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
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We'll make up on Thursday night.
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I'm your slave, dear,
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But it's bliss.
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If you shave, dear,
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We can kiss.
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Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'll be polite,
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But we'll make love on Thursday night.
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Ev'ry Sunday Afternoon
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| Ray Charles |
