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

Oh, 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 lights

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

'Cause you cannot have me

I thought I knew you

But I've got a new view

I thought I knew you well

Oh well

Ooh on Sunday morning

<span begin="3:49.081" end="3:52.576">Without a warning</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:52.496" end="3:55.445">(Sunday morning)</span></span>

<span begin="3:55.201" end="3:58.724">I thought I knew you</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:58.572" end="4:01.588">(Sunday morning)</span></span>

Oh, you want me badly

Cannot have me

Sunday morning

Sunday morning

Sunday morning