Sunday Morining

you’re stoned on sunday morning
as you wake up with a smile and there she was
her body overcomes your mind
her long black hair, her face,
just looking back
she whispers in and says wake up

the sweetness in her voice just strikes your ears

man its too good to be true
theres no way she would stay with you
but there she was

she’s everything you need
yeah shes everything you want
she dont give a fuck

and it leaves you falling backwards in your chair

she escapes into the night yeah
only leaving me two words
she says “good luck”

you’re gonna need it

yeah she’s mystified your mind and left your heart out on the the line with just one touch
just one touch

but you keep running back running back running back to try to find her in the clutch

just keep on running

i know my story’s old
its tired and told
but it bears repeating how a man can crush
in the palm of a woman’s hand