Don't put another thing on my plate   My brain is so full of your face   I ate, I counted the hours   Since the minute that I drove by you      And I got a scar where she left me   Don't think I'll see her around      Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)   Every day’s a Monday   Now that you're gone   Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)   Before I got a minute   The minute was gone   Think you kinda dug me   But other guys are up above me   Trying to get to you cos I let you go      I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy   But something in the sunlight between your thighs   Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you      And oh, what a bore I must be   You're so far ahead of my world      Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)   Every day’s a Monday   Now that you're gone   Come back Sunday (Come back Sunday)   Before I got a minute   The minute was gone   Think you kinda dug me   But other guys are up above me   Trying to get to you cos I let you go      And it's never been so weird   To be at the bottom looking up   And I went into this movie of blood and guts   Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up   And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be