Sunday Morning

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 Oh, 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 Oh, 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 I know who I am but who are you? You're not looking like you used to You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear Thank you for turning on the light Thank you, now you're the parasite I didn't think you had it in you And now you're looking like I used to You came in with the breeze on Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday without any warning And you want me badly because you cannot have me I thought I knew you, I've got a new view I thought I knew you well, oh, well On Sunday morning, without a warning I thought I knew you, oh, you want me badly You cannot have me Sunday morning, Sunday morning Sunday morning