Candy Moore - Sunday

My head feels like scrambled eggs
And my body feels too big for my legs
This Sunday morning
And my coffee's just a little too hot
Oh, my eyes are looking real bloodshot
This Sunday morning

I sit next to the banana tree
Hoping the weather can cure me
This Sunday morning
This heat has got me sweating bullets
Can't go inside 'cause she's there in her woolens
This Sunday morning

'Cause you're there back in bed
Waiting for me to say sorry
(oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh)

So I move myself to the shed
Light up a cigarette and look the other way
This Sunday morning
Thе wind's gotten termeramеntal
Sends me inside, persuasively gentle
This Sunday morning

'Cause you're there back in bed
Waiting for me to say sorry
(oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh)