Текст песни Diane Schuur - Louisiana Sunday Afternoon

The temperature is rising from the he-eat,
I feel desire burning in the stre-eet.
Uh-, I'm missing you-u, you said you love me too-u,
Uh-, honey where are you-u-u under this sky blu-ue?

Louisiana Sunday afternoo-un...
Lord, you got to help me make it throu-ugh!
I can't wait to see my baby soo-un.
Louisiana Sunday afternoo-u-un...

I can feel temptation in my bo-ones
But I'm sitting here in my room all alo-one.
Uh-, I'm missing you-u, you said you love me foreve-er,
Wish I was kissing you and we could be-ee togethe-er!

Louisiana Sunday afternoo-un...
Lord, you got to help me make it throu-ugh!
I can't wait to see my baby soo-un.
Louisiana Sunday afternoo-u-un...

< Sax solo: Tom Scott >

Louisiana Sunday afternoo-un...
Lord, you got to help me make it throu-ugh
On this Louisiana Sunday afternoo-un,
Ah, Louisiana Sunda-ay afternoo-un!

I hear the tap-tap-tap-tap of your footsteps,
I hear the rap-rap-rap on my do-or.
Louisiana Sunday afternoo-u-u-un...
My baby's at my door not a mintue too soo-un!
My baby, let me love him, love him through and throu-ugh,
Yeah, Louisiana Sunday afternoo-un!

{Louisiana Sunday afternoon...}
I wanna see my baby, I wanna love my baby,
I wanna hug my baby, I wanna squeeze my baby!

(Louisiana Sunday afternoon...)
Oh-, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-,
Uh-uh-, uh-uh-, uh-uh-, uh-uh-, oh-oh!
Uh-uh-, uh-ah, ah-ah-ah-...

(Louisiana Sunday afternoon...)
Yeah, oh, i'm gonna < scat >