A Sunday Morning

I’ve woken up on a Sunday morning
But I’m not alone
There’s a girl who’s name I can’t remember
Talking on the phone

I look around for things familiar
And I realise there’s none
How do I get in to these situations?
What have I done?

Sunday, Sunday morning
Sunday (I’m gonna sleep all day)
Sunday, Sunday morning
Sunday (close my eyes and pray)

She hangs up and turns around to look at me
I stare for a while
She asks me how I’m feeling
And I feign a happy smile

Sunday, Sunday morning
Sunday (I’m gonna sleep all night)
Sunday, Sunday morning
Sunday (and I’ve got no fight)

She goes out to make a cup of tea
And I grab my things and go
I look back as I’m climbing out of the window
To my English Rose