Nothing beats sleeping in your own bed
Was not the first thought that went through my head
The alcohol reacts from the night before
My vision clears and I see the clothes on the floor
I feel arms wrapped around me, clinging
I hear the birds outside singing
It's Sunday morning and I'm sinning
But I feel myself grinning
I look round and see you next to me
What's your name, Sally? Sophie?, Stephanie?
Damned if I know? I feel morning glory rise
I wake you gently with a cocksure surprise
As quickly as it rose the quicker it goes
Talking of going, I quickly get into my clothes
It was nice to meet you by the way
But I should really have gone home yesterday
I make a sign with my hand, that i'll call you
But we all know that's not true.
