Sunday Morning

You must be having a bubble She's fucking stolen the covers And to make things worse She's gone and opened up The curtains Now I'm Bathing in the blinding sunlight Praying when I wake it's nighttime Now is not the right time To wake me up and I'll be alright If you Let me lie In my bed On Sunday morning On Sunday I'll be alright If you Let me lie In my bed On Sunday morning Sunday morning You must be pulling my leg Stop fucking pulling my leg I won't get out this bed I'm feeling like I'm dead Or in Resident Evil My friend Jack is still swimming through my bloodstream I'd get up but I'm coming down with something Or coming down on something That Barry gave me Jill Sandwich I'll be alright If you Just let me lie In my bed On Sunday morning I'll be alright If you Just let me lie In my bed On Sunday morning Sunday morning And whilst you're up Stick the kettle on my love Stick the kettle on my love You know that I'm sweet enough Go on then I'll have one One One Only one F*ck it Give us two then I'll be alright If you Just let me lie In my bed On Sunday morning I'll be alright If you Just let me lie In my bed On Sunday morning Sunday morning Jill Sandwich