Sugar Wine Sunday (wersja 2)

Verse

Sunday morning, church bell ring far

Your wrapper loose where the sunlight are

Cup of sugar wine on the balcony rail

Your laugh dey sweet like a market tale

Small breeze moving through the curtain lace

Palm oil red on your finger, your face

You dip your lip, you make me wait

Slow like the hour, we no dey rush the date

Pre-Chorus

So tell me now, tell me now

Who go pour, who go bow

Sun on your shoulder, honey and wine

I got time, I got time

Chorus

Sugar wine Sunday, sugar wine Sunday

Sipping you slow while the record dey play

Sugar wine Sunday, sugar wine Sunday

Ain't no hurry, we go stay this way

Verse

Frying plantain smell dey climb the wall

Your anklet ringing every time you fall

Into my arms like the afternoon do

Lazy and gold, just me and you

You feed me sweetness from your thumb

Sticky and slow, the day dey come

Radio low, static and soul

Nothing to chase, nowhere to go

Pre-Chorus

So tell me now, tell me now

Who go pour, who go bow

Sun on your shoulder, honey and wine

I got time, I got time

Chorus

Sugar wine Sunday, sugar wine Sunday

Sipping you slow while the record dey play

Sugar wine Sunday, sugar wine Sunday

Ain't no hurry, we go stay this way

Bridge

Your cup dey empty, pour me one more

Your skin dey warmer than the wine before

Let the evening come however it wan come

We already home, we already one

Chorus

Sugar wine Sunday, sugar wine Sunday

Sipping you slow while the record dey play

Sugar wine Sunday, sugar wine Sunday

Ain't no hurry, we go stay this way