Sunday Best - Grant-Lee Phillips

Puttin' on the Sunday best

High on the fumes of sweet success

Goin' on a Sunday stroll

I’m movin' up you walk

Even if I have to hug the fence

I’m determined to call you my lover

Well can’t you tell

That I’m over the moon

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon yeah

Goin' on a Sunday drive

Windin' our way 'cross the countryside

Hopin' that you slip on over close

For the rest of this ride you my lover

Well can’t you tell

That I’m over the moon

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon yeah

Hit me like a Sunday bus (like a Sunday bus)

That comes only once in a moment’s glance

The lyrics of my heart could miss a beat

And get lost in the language of romance my lover

Well can’t you tell

That I’m over the moon

Well I’m over the moon

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon for you

I’m over the moon yeah

I’m over the moon for you