That sleepy old sun finally reared its head
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Sneakin' through the window sayin' get out of bed
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Kids are laughin' and playin' outside in the streets
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I step out on my front porch in my bare feet
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Drink my coffee, walk the dog
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Then I'll stop by your house
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'Cause I was hopin' maybe
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We could just hang out
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Chorus:
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'Cause days like this are made for doing nothin'
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But layin' around soakin' up your lovin'
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There ain't nothing better than a long, lingering kiss
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On days like this
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Let the wind blow wild
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Let it mess up our hair
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Watch the world blow by like we don't have a care
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When those old crickets start singin'
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And the moon shows its face
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We'll still be lying on this blanket
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Letting time slip away
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Days like this are made for doing nothin'
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But layin' around soakin' up your lovin'
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There ain't nothin' better than a long, lingering kiss
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On days like this
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There ain't nothing wrong with bein' lazy
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So come on over here and love me baby
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Love me baby
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Days like this are made for doing nothin'
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But layin' around soakin' up your lovin'
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There ain't nothin' better than a long, lingering kiss
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On days like, days like this
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Days like this
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Days like this
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Days like this
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Days Like This
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| Rachel Proctor |
