Sunday

Saw you on the beach you were acting shy
Didn’t wanna be just that type of guy
Hold my hand and close your eyes
You should follow me like a private eye
Let me put you on a private flight
Soft sand, summer nights
Someday we can wonder why
Someday we can go and fly
Fly... Fly... (Someday we can go and fly)

Roll up my Rimowa, to the precheck line
In the peasant queue, you’re looking fine
Saw on your ticket you’re economy class
In security, showing your ass
Took a Nap in the lounge cause I got a hangover
Amex card on a Maui layover
Wake me up when we’re there, I don’t wanna be late
Or leave it up to chance at baggage carousel 8
(Roll up my Rimowa)
(Saw on your ticket you’re economy class)

Lemme put you on a private flight
On a Sunday
I saw you fly, on a Sunday
Lemme put you on a private flight
On a Sunday

Caught her coming off the carnival cruise
I was sittin in the sand with nothing to prove
Beads in her hair and a dark sun tan
Yo my brain was scheming up a master plan
Hawaiian tropic on her skin
She needed a hand it was barely rubbed in
She needed a hand... I got two of them
Cut to the chase at the Motel 6
Rum and coke, so we could could get our fix
Community tub, music blastin
Kids couldn’t hear what I was askin
She reached over, I’m at attention
Then I heard the boat blaring In the distance
“Oh shit” She needed to dip
I guess I gotta to wait for the next cruise ship

Lemme put you on a private flight
On a Sunday
I saw you fly
Lemme put you on a private flight
On a Sunday

Soft sand, summer nights
Some day we can wonder why
Some day we can go and fly