Sunday Morning With You

Sunday morning, slow and sweet Sleepy heads and stocking feet Not a thing I'd rather do Than spend my Sunday morning with you Coffee table, New York Times Sunlight sneaking through the blinds Cozy sofa just for two On a sunday morning with you By Friday we're so frazzled We can barely move We rehabilitate on Saturday Till our mentalities improve Buttered toast and scrambled eggs Grandma's blanket across our legs There'll be work next week we'll have to do But not this Sunday morning with you By Friday we're so frazzled We can barely move We rehabilitate on Saturday Till our mentalities improve Sunday morning, ain't it sweet Our favorite day comes every week Not a thing I'd rather do Than spend my Sunday morning with you Not one thing I'd rather do Than spend my Sunday with you