I parked the car
Under the rooftop
Next to the Jaguar
As I stepped out
I picked up the groceries
I grabbed the house keys
I was all alone
I saw Walters running
He’s barking and jumping
I pat him on my way in
I put Sinatra’s record on
As I took one last look
At all the decos in the room
The house was clean
Oh so clean
I love the smell of a Sunday morning
I do
It’s so refreshing
It makes you just wanna dance
Along the white fences
With no one to glance
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