Configa Sunday morning Unconsciously conscious In the backseat of the car Windows wound down My arm around you Feeling like a superstar Ooh, what a feeling To be yours ♪ I thought I liked you But I loved you That's how things can go I may seem distant But I heard you playing On the radio Ooh, what a feeling To be yours ♪ Ooh, what a feeling To be yours To be yours To be yours To be yours To be yours