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 had 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 

  

Chorus

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 
You cannot have me 
I thought I knew you 
But I've got a new view 
I thought I knew you well...oh well

 

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