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She said, "You know that you had me"...
She said, "You know that you had me at goodbye...
I'm such a sucker for bad seeds...
I love a man who will take me for a ride...Let's go"...

He always took her out on Sundays
She never quite made the cut to be a Saturday Girl
He drove her way outside the city
Tryin' to head off the collision of his two worlds

She said, "Yeah, why don't we get in the car and go,
Pretend we're headed to Mexico
It'll be just like old times, don't look at me like it's a crime,
Baby, I just wanna go with you on a Sunday Drive"....

Her daddy was a Baptist preacher
He brought the car home late every Sunday night
Her mama opened up his desk drawer
He kept his secrets where he kept his 45

So Mama said, "I got your number,"
As Daddy backed against the wall with his hands up high
She said, "Now lay down in the back seat,
I'm gonna take you on one last Sunday Drive"...

She said, "Yeah, we're gonna get in the car and go,
Pretend we're headed to Mexico,
It'll be just like old times, don't look at me like it's a crime,
Baby, I am gonna take you on a Sunday Drive"....

Her Mama left her with the gun
She said, "Don't ever let anyone
Do you wrong".....

She said, "You know that you had me"...
She said, "You know that you had me at goodbye...
Now, go on, lay down in the back seat
I'm gonna take you on one last Sunday Drive....

Yeah, we're gonna get in the car and go
And then I'm heading to Mexico
On a Sunday Drive"...