Sunday Morning

The wine is on the table.
Half empty as I see.
Sunday morning bad example.
A night of catastrophe.

Again I was the fool,
I hoped you stayed for more.
Again I was hopeful,
you should have stayed for more.

There is something I wanna tell you…

I like the smell of you hair,
your tight jeans,
your coolness,
your crooked little finger,
your fregled smile.
I like the strawberry mark on your back,
the scar just above.
You caught me in a moment
when I needed love.

The wine is on the table.
I bought a bottle we could share.
Keep each other company.
I need you here!

Again I was the fool.
I hoped you stayed for more.
Again I was hopeful.
You should have stayed for more.

There is something I wanna tell you…

I like the smell of you hair,
your tight jeans,
you coolness ,
your crooked little finger,
your fregled smile.
I like the strawberry mark on your back,
the scars just above.
You caught me in a moment
when I needed love.