Sunday Morning

January 16, 2011 in Uncategorized

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 have 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 You came in with the breeze On Sunday Morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning – No doubt

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