Sunday It’s Sunday But why does it feel like a Monday?! What is this little secret you are trying to hide? I can feel it inside I can feel it inside Am I dreaming or could it possibly be real? My head is spinning, spinning around My feet off the ground in this kind of situation But it’s not my fault. It’s just my imagination You won’t see my cry, oh why would you? Now is the right time for me to take it! You won’t believe what I found out, oh! For the first time in my life I don’t have to fake it! It’s Sunday But why does it feel like a Monday?! I revealed your little secret You were trying to hide It is called love Say thanks to my intuition!