Sunday Morning Lyrics

Staring at the telephone No, it doesn't ring Thinking of you lying there As you hide your wedding ring
I'm always up for something new My timing's never right Maybe, I should be with someone else For just one night
No more of your darkness No more stupid games No more staying out all night I wish to God I'd never known your name
Sunday morning
Yeah, you shake it up alright Your friends, they all agree And after you have had your fun Well, what becomes of me
No more of your promises Clandestine Rendezvous And I feel your sweat all over me I wish that I had something left to lose
Sunday morning Sunday morning
Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't Two wrongs don't make a right Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't Two wrongs don't make a right
Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't Two wrongs don't make a right Alright, alright, alright, alright, oh
Staring at the telephone No, it doesn't ring Staring out the window I have no wedding ring
No more No, no, no more No, no, no more No, no, no, oh yeah
Sunday morning Sunday morning
Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't Two wrongs don't make a right Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't Two wrongs don't make a right
Sunday morning Sunday morning