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