Sunday Morning

"Sunday Morning"





Sappy pathetic little me 

That was the girl I used to be 

You had me on my knees 

I'd trade you places any day 

I'd never thought you could be that way 

But you looked like me on Sunday

You came in with the breeze 

On Sunday Morning 

You sure have changed since yesterday 

Without any warning 



I thought I knew you 

I thought I knew you 

I thought I knew you well... so well 



You're trying my shoes on for a change

They look so good but fit so strange 

Out of fashion so I can complain 



You came in with the breeze 

On Sunday Morning 

You sure have changed since yesterday

Without any warning 



I thought I knew you 

I thought I knew you 

I thought I knew you well... so well 



I know who I am, but who are you? 

You're not looking like you used to 

You're on the other side of the mirror 

So nothing's looking quite as clear 



Thank you, for turning on the light 

Thank you, now you're the parasite 

I didn't think you had it in you 

And now, you're looking like I used to! 



You came in with the breeze 

On Sunday Morning 

You sure have changed since yesterday 

Without any warning 

And you want me badly

You cannot have me 



I thought I knew you 

I've got a new view 

I thought I knew you well...oh well