Lyrics:

Feels like a Sunday Morning
And I've been swimming naked in my bed
You lying next to me smoking a cigarette
And I keep wondering why I feel dead
I'm asking why?
Every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I live a lie
Why?
Every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, I'm unsatisfied
Your bad blood
Pulls me in
Your bad blood
Takes all over me
Your bad blood
So Bitter sweet
But I'm loving, loving it
No speed limit on this highway
I've been addicted to your wicked ways
Wasting my time cleaning out your mess
You play the man, but you are a boy instead
I'm asking why? (ooh)
Every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I live a lie
Why? (ooh)
Every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, I'm unsatisfied
Your bad blood
Pulls me in
Your bad blood
Takes all over me
Your bad blood
So Bitter sweet
But I'm loving, loving it
Your bad blood
Pulls me in
Your bad blood
Takes all over me
Your bad blood
So Bitter sweet
But I'm loving, loving it
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh
There's none so deaf
As those who will not hear
None so blind as those who will not see
So let me tell you, darling
I've seen and heard enough
Oh, your bad blood
Pulls me in
Your bad blood
Takes all over me
Your bad blood
So Bitter sweet
But I'm loving, yeah
Your bad blood
Pulls me in
Your bad blood
Takes all over me
Your bad blood
So Bitter sweet
But I'm loving, yeah
Feels like a Sunday morning
But feels like a Sunday morning
Feels like a Sunday morning
Feels like a Sunday morning