Sunday Morning

(Sunday morning) She can't stand the rain
He stayed out all night
And she's feeling the pain

(Sunday morning) She says to herself
Should I forgive
Or be left on the shelf

(Sunday morning) Should I wait for his call
Or should I just say
Let's not bother at all

(insert various oooooo's here)

Chorus
She's got it inside her head
Wishing that he was dead
(And if she lets it all out)
She'll see there's nothing to gain
By simply watching the rain
Another Sunday Morning

(Sunday morning) He tried to call her last night
To try to explain
He knows he's in for a fight

(Sunday morning) He spent the night on his own
It's not what she thinks
Why won't she pick up the phone

(Sunday morning) Shes got it all wrong
There's nobody else
It's with you he belongs

(more ooooooo's here...)

Chorus
He's got it inside his head
Wishing that he was dead
(And if he lets it all out)
She'd see there's nothing to fear
And there's no need for her tears
A rainy Sunday Morning

Bridge

They've had it inside their heads
Sleeping in separate beds
(But if they let it all out)
There has been nothing to hide
They'll push the breakup aside
It is a Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, Sunday morning, Sunday morning, Sunday Sunday, Sunday morning, Sunday morning, Sunday Sunday.....

(Repeat to fade etc etc)