Sunday Lunch

[Chorus]

(Mark Hardy)
Cause everyday is a Sunday
When I'm chilling with my baby
You know she drives me crazy
Lady...

(Yung Rudd)
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch
All the haters them, they're dunce
Watch she once, she's a Sunday lunch

The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch
Men could say what they want
From day 1, she's a Sunday lunch

She's my Sunday lunch (x5)
What

[Verse 1 - Mark Hardy]
Nobody bess like you
They can't dress like you
Impress like you, gyal

Nobody style like you
Them look fly like you
Them wah try like you, gyal

You know baby if I make a wish
I would have you everyday just like my favourite dish
Stew chicken, callaloo and macaroni pie
Lentil peas, potato salad on the side
Sunday afternoon, baby we could take a ride
We'll be rolling around the island, you're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde
Got me reminiscing, like the tapes with Dr. Hyde
Cyah stop thinking 'bout you baby, got to be with you tonight, yeah
Or we could take a drive down Chaguaramas
I could see you in my future like Nostradamus
Leave home the entourage, we don't need no drama
Cause you're my all star like Panorama

[Chorus]

(Mark Hardy)
Cause everyday is a Sunday
When I'm chilling with my baby
You know she drives me crazy
Lady...

(Yung Rudd)
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch
All the haters them, they're dunce
Watch she once, she's a Sunday lunch

The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch
Men could say what they want
From day 1, she's a Sunday lunch

She's my Sunday lunch (x5)
What

[Verse 2 - Yung Rudd]
Baby girl, you's the one for me
So blind by love, but I want to see
Your lovely smile, what a scene
Make a young Trini say so comfortably
That you are my lover lover
I don't want another
Jim Carrey bamsie, I go dumb and dumber
When you start to bubble
I say, "Wa chubble?"
I'm fresh to death, and I need a stunt double
You're hotter than a pepper sauce on stew chicken and rice
Me eh care. Who vex, lost; is so me like it, like Spice
Nice
My love, I'm stamping
Cause you sweet, like plantain
The haters, they're faling
They're bitter, like tamarind
Haha, damn it
I don't know what else to say
But you's my doux-doux darling
My Sunday Lunch

[Chorus]

(Mark Hardy)
Cause everyday is a Sunday
When I'm chilling with my baby
You know she drives me crazy
Lady...

(Yung Rudd)
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch
All the haters them, they're dunce
Watch she once, she's a Sunday lunch

The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
The gyal bess like Sunday lunch
Sweet like a gyal in the Sunday Punch
Men could say what they want
From day 1, she's a Sunday lunch

She's my Sunday lunch (x5)
What