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Plum, plum, plum, plum / You know I plum nuts over you / Well, I told everybody in the neighborhood / How much I love you

Your hand is like a torch / Each time you touch me, the look in your eyes pulls me apart / Oh yes it does / Please don’t open the door to heaven if I can’t

I want a Sunday kind of love / A love to last past Saturday night / And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight / And I want a Sunday kind of love