Sunday nights
I see her every Sunday morning dressed like a saint but she'll go back to her ways on Sunday nights
She's already a been a freak between the sheets
I have seen her around every week
Messing around every men on every block
Hustling all the money when she gets what wanted
She works hard for it
Night after night
Old Rich Men pay the right price
Mondays through Fridays
Weekends even on Sunday nights
But on Sunday mornings I would see her
Not spend my money on her
I see her every Sunday morning dressed elegant like a saint
Raising her hands
Giving God the glory
But she'll go back to her ways on Sunday nights
God save her
She's hurting herself
She don't want to sin
Night after Night
Men forcing her, grabbing her, and abusing her
Hours of the night
They don't want her as a wife
They already have life
No one to accept her
All they do is shame her
When she opens her legs, she say it's theirs
She shed tears
She had fears getting down on her grave
She needs something to crave
She better be on her knees and pray on Sunday nights
Praying not to look upon her sins
Bless her heart
She needs to be held
Forgive her
She wants to freed on Sunday nights
About the Creator
Gladys W. Muturi
Hello, My name is Gladys W. Muturi. I am an Actress, Writer, Filmmaker, Producer, and Mother of 1.
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