Sunday Morning
Sappy pathetic little meThat was the girl I use to beYou had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any dayI'd never thought you could be that wayBut you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breezeOn Sunday morningYou sure have changed since yesterdayWithout any warningI thought I knew youI thought I knew youI thought I knew you well, so well
You're trying my shoes on for a changeThey look so good but fit so strangeOut of fashion, so I can complain
You came in with the breezeOn Sunday morningYou sure have changed since yesterdayWithout any warningI thought I knew youI thought I knew youI thought I knew you well, so well
I know who I am, but who are you?You're not looking like you used toYou're on the other side of the mirrorSo nothing's looking quite as clearThank you for turning on the lightsThank you, now you're the parasiteI didn't think you had it in youAnd now you're looking like I used to
You came in with the breezeOn Sunday morningYou sure have changed since yesterdayWithout any warningAnd you want me badlyYou can not have meI thought I knew youBut I’ve got a new viewI thought I knew you well…oh well