Good Times Ahead

The first hint of morning, someone's snoring
The cat upstairs is yawning and calling her name
She's in a playful way and a venomous mood
When she bites my ear, it's just for fun
And I believe her when she says,
"I'm glad we never wed.
Better off with the butter than the bread."
Then quick, before she breathes
So gently I'm seized, my ear to her belly
Whoa, nelly
It's just like she said
Better off with the butter than the bread
Now take it as a warning
The first hint of morning
There's good times ahead
Open the dawning
cars are crawling
Their rides outside are snoring
and it's pouring with rain
And in the strangest way the night behaves
in patterns and shapes that suggest that I escaped
And I believe her when she says,
"I'm glad you never left.
Better off with a lover than a friend."
Than quick before she speaks,
So quickly I ease my lips to her cheek and thank Jesus.
It's just like she said.
Better off with the butter than the bread.
Now take it as a warning
The first hint of morning
Oh, there's good times ahead
(Just like she said.)
Oh, there's good times ahead.
(Just like she said)
There's good times ahead.
(Just like she said. Good times ahead.)
There's good times ahead.
Yeah, there's good times ahead.