Mr. Morgan

Mr. Morgan come Would you pour me one? I know this lovely day has only just begun But the thing you see Between you and me... It keeps me from the gun You see my baby sweet He don't care for me Checking out those ladies in his magazines With their skinny thighs And their boobs up high And I just wanted to sigh But I ain't bitter sweet I'm packing up my bags to leave I got my favorite pink sunglasses on Mr. Morgan baby, I'll be gone By the morning sun At the bar all night You see, his friends are tight But just a flash of cleavage Gets them up in a fight I looked the other way Said it was just a mistake But I just wanted to cry And then there was that time At the rodeo rides I caught him in a haystack tasting lady delights It finally made me see What he's doing to me And I just wanted to die But I ain't bitter sweet I'm packing up my bags to leave I got my favorite pink sunglasses on Mr. Morgan baby, I'll be gone By the morning sun Sighing, crying, dying I am done! 'Cause I deserve a little place in the sun I packed my bags and a bottle of rum Hey Morgan! Put those sunglasses on! 'Cause I ain't bitter sweet I'm packing up my bags to leave I got my favorite pink sunglasses on Mr. Morgan baby, I'll be gone By the morning sun So would you pour me one!