Sunday Morning

I wake up on a Sunday Morning
Not sure it’s the right day at all
I should go back to sleep it’s early
I’ll worry bout it later on
I wake up on a Sunday morning
I don’t know what to do at all
Feel sleepy don’t want to get out of bed
Damn it’s Sunday after all
I see you
And I don’t really know
Who’s at my side
A look around
And I think I am, shit I’m tied
I wake up on a Sunday morning
I don’t even know what the name
Of my guest is oh now she wakes up
And she says: have you slept well?
Can you untie me? Not sure baby
Think we should get another round
She is not pretty so I ask her
If she’s got some booze to get by
It all comes back to me in a flash
I know who you are
The girl I used to bully at school
I don’t like that smile!
I thought it was a Sunday morning
That I got whipped until she found
I’d cried enough so she untied me
And let me go in briefs to town
It was never on a Sunday morning
In fact it was Wednesday and My
boss wasn’t too happy about it
I missed the deal of a lifetime

Morality when a girl you know
You’ve hurt in the past
Is at the party you’d better go
Before you’re tied!