Singer Songwriter Guitar Player

JAY ELLE 

"Twelve on Sunday" Lyrics:

Words and Music by Jay Elle

Copyright 2016


Could be she went for a walk

Could be she needed fresh air

Maybe that will calm her down

You should see what’s left of her room

It wasn’t the usual tantrum

Then again she’s turning twelve on Sunday


There is no misunderstanding

There is a volcano in her mind

I’m no longer superman

Now I’m just an old brick wall

Freight trains run through my head

Then again she’s turning twelve on Sunday


I know

She loves to play

Her mother was the same way

She’ll try everything she can to get in trouble today

She knows

I’m in a panic

Worry myself sick

She knows I’ll try to get her face on a few quarts of milk


Maybe she’ll remember when

I used to check under her bed

Chase the scary monsters away

Bring her milk and honey

Since it’s been just her and me

Then again she’s turning twelve on Sunday


I know

She loves to play

Her mother was the same way

She’ll try everything she can to get in trouble today

She knows

I’m in a panic

Worry myself sick

She knows I’ll try to get her face on a few quarts of milk


Could be she went for a walk

Could be she needed fresh air

Maybe that will calm her down

You should see what’s left of her room

It wasn’t the usual tantrum

Then again she’s turning twelve on Sunday


It wasn’t the usual tantrum

Then again she’s turning twelve on Sunday

Then again she’s turning twelve on Sunday

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