[Verse 1]
Sunday morning
She leaves home to make her lonely pilgrimage
It's the only day she gets to see her kids
Kids she had
With a man she had
Before me

She comes back with the traces
Of tears around her eyes
'Cos she always gets so choked up
When she tells the kids goodbye
So we talk a lot
We drink a little
And sometimes we get high
But we don't make on Sundays, shе and I

[Chorus]
We don't make love on Sundays
Evеn though we share a bed
And though I may be in her arms
I'm not inside her head
So, I make-pretend I'm sleeping
She has herself a cry...
But we don't make love on Sundays, she and I

[Verse 2]
Scarlet woman
But the only thing that she was guilty of
Was to meet another man and fall in love
She had to choose
But she had to lose
Either way

Sunday nights at our house
We try to walk the line
Between the love we've got together
And the world she left behind
So we talk a lot
And we drink a little
And sometimes we get high
But we don't make on Sundays, she and I

[Chorus]
We don't make love on Sundays
Even though we share a bed
And though I may be in her arms
I'm not inside her head
So, I make-pretend I'm sleeping
She has herself a cry...
But we don't make love on Sundays, she and I

So, I make-pretend I'm sleeping
She has herself a cry...
But we don't make love on Sundays, she and I