"Groovin' Snoozin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon,
Really couldn't get away too soon.
I can't imagine anything that's better,
The world is ours whenever we're together.
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead..."
Really couldn't get away too soon.
I can't imagine anything that's better,
The world is ours whenever we're together.
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead..."
(For you young 'ens, it's a song. A song from 1967 by The Young Rascals.)
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