Holy Molly, LIZOT — Sunday Night

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So raise a glass with me on Sunday night
And feel the vibe, no dance, no life
We’re breaking bottles of champagne and city lights
On Sunday night, no dance, no life

So raise a glass with me on Sunday night

You’re right
I got no reason to be mad at my mind
What am I dancing for?
Slow down
Fell the rhythm in your heart, it’s alright
Why you taking control?

Call me Cinderella, ella, ella, eh, eh
Gimme love, gimme love, show me something real, ah, real, ah, eh, eh
Live it up, live it up, gather all your fella-fellas, eh, eh
And let’s ignite on the floor

So raise a glass with me on Sunday night
And feel the vibe, no dance, no life
We’re breaking bottles of champagne and city lights
On Sunday night, no dance, no life

So raise a glass with me on Sunday

So raise a glass with me on Sunday night
On Sunday night, no dance, no life
So raise a glass with me on Sunday night

Watch out
When I sing into the beat, you know me
I’m the queen of the night
Keep on
Moving to the sound of my destiny
‘Cause you’re more than a type

Call me Cinderella, ella, ella, eh, eh
Gimme love, gimme love, show me something real, ah, real, ah, eh, eh
Live it up, live it up, gather all your fella-fellas, eh, eh
And let’s ignite on the floor

So raise a glass with me on Sunday night
And feel the vibe, no dance, no life
We’re breaking bottles of champagne and city lights
On Sunday night, no dance, no life

So raise a glass with me on Sunday (night)
So raise a glass with me on Sunday (night)
So raise a glass with me on Sunday night