Sunday morning

Waking up this morning
She told me not to come
I didn’t know the reason
She looked so satisfied
The TV showed me naked girls
As she asked me for lunch
Heavy stormy weather
And the rain against the window pane

It made me wonder what to do
As she bent over me
I wanted to be sure
If I had hit the score
The dogs bark loud on Sunday
As the ashes will be found
Heavy stormy weather
And the rain against the window pane

Her head became a moving star
I couldn’t get that far
I wanted to know why
So I asked her what I've had done
Her fingers were detecting me
As she told me what’s wrong
Heavy stormy weather
And the rain against the window pane

2006©Rob van Hintum