Sunday morning blues

Waking up this morning
As she told me not to come
I didn’t know the reason
Why she looked so satisfied
She made me wonder what to do
As she bent over me
I wanted to be sure
If I had hit the score
Heavy stormy weather
And the rain against the window pane

The TV showed me naked girls
As she asked me for lunch
The dogs bark loud on Sunday
As the ashes will be found
Her head became a moving star
I couldn’t get that far
I wanted to know why
So I asked her what was going on
Heavy stormy weather
And the rain against the window pane