Snowflakes outside my window,
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Turning to rain when they hit the ground.
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Traffic lights and people are rushing,
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Thousands umbrellas are moving round.
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I’m gonna stay here with you beside me,
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We’ll turn this Monday to Sunday.
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Let’s call work and say we’re not coming,
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Order some food and lock the door.
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What a perfect day to stay in bed with you.
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What a perfect way to spend my day with you.
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Candle lights and La vie en Rose,
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A bottle of wine by the fire.
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Il m’a dit des mots d’amour,
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Des mots tous les jours on the radio.
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I’m gonna stay here with you beside me,
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We’ll turn this Monday to Sunday.
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Leave all the troubles and worries behind us,
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Just like there is no tomorrow.
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What a perfect day to stay in bed with you.
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What a perfect way to spend my day with you.
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What a perfect day to stay in bed with you.
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What a perfect day to lay here close to you.
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What a perfect day to stay in bed with you,
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What a perfect way to spend my day with you.
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What a perfect day to stay in bed with you,
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What a perfect day to lay here close to you.
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Day to Stay
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| Lena |
