Sunday Morning

Sappy, pathetic, little me.
That was the girl I used to be.
You left me on my knees.

I'd you places any day.
I never thought you were supposed to be that way.
But you look like me on Sundays.

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.

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 nothings looking quite as clear.
Thank you! For turning on the lights.
Thank you! Now you're the parasite.
I didn't think you had it in you,
But 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,
But you cannot have me.
I thought I knew you
But I got a new view.
I thought I knew you well...oh well.

Ooh.
On sunday morning 
With out a warning
Sunday morning
I thought I knew you.
Sunday morning.
Oh, you want me badly
Can not have me.
Sunday Morning.
Sunday Morning.
Sunday morning.