Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
It's just restless feelings in my side
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
Watch out someone's around you
Who will fall for nothing at all
Sunday Morning
I am falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to go down
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
It's all the streets you crossed not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
Watch out someone's around you
Who will fall for nothing at all
Watch out the world's behind you
Watch out someone's around you
Who will fall for nothing at all
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
Not another Sunday morning
Everyday is just like a Sunday morning
Everyday waiting for a happy Monday morning
Let's go for a walk from my Chelsea Hotel
Down the sidewalks to Greenwich Village
Past CBGBs
Max Kansas City
Let's go meet Sam Shepherd and Robert Mapplethorpe
A knife, a fork, bottle and a cork
That's the way to sell New York
A knife, a fork, bottle and a cork
That's the way to sell New York
A knife, a fork, bottle and a cork
That's the way to sell New York
A knife, a fork, bottle and a cork
That's the way, that's the way, that's the way
That's the way to develop charm
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting for my man
Black leather angel
But he don't work weekends
He don't work
Do you have anything for me
Do you know where I can score
Do you know where I can find a doctor at this late hour
Where I can score some sweet Jane
Some sweet Jane
You're my heroine
You're my sweet angel heroine
My sweet black angel of heroin
I've got pale blue eyes and pale blue skin