My head feels like scrambled eggs And my body feels too big for my legs This Sunday morning And my coffee's just a little too hot Oh, my eyes are looking real bloodshot This Sunday morning
I sit next to the banana tree Hoping the weather can cure me This Sunday morning This heat has got me sweating bullets Can't go inside 'cause she's there in her woolens This Sunday morning
'Cause you're there back in bed Waiting for me to say sorry (oh oh oh oh) (oh oh oh oh) (oh oh oh oh) (oh oh)
So I move myself to the shed Light up a cigarette and look the other way This Sunday morning Thе wind's gotten termeramеntal Sends me inside, persuasively gentle This Sunday morning
'Cause you're there back in bed Waiting for me to say sorry (oh oh oh oh) (oh oh oh oh) (oh oh oh oh) (oh oh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
