Sunday it Rains Heartache
Baby, you've got me.
Don't you know I'm all yours?
But you know, I can't hold on to fragrance.
A fragrance the wind carries off.
I'm not asking for much
just a piece of your heart.
I want us to make beautiful music under satin,
To make time for love and more.
I want to feel your heartbeat beating
through my skin.
I want to feel your breath upon
my neck when I awake again and again...
When I spend Saturday night with you,
laughing and touching with such tenderness,
and then I go home on Sunday.
Don't you think I want more?
I'm saying baby; the heartache starts again.