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Sappy pathetic little me That was the girl I used to be You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day I'd never thought you could be that way But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning I thought I knew you I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well. . . so well
You're trying my shoes on for a change They look so good but fit so strange Out of fashion, so I can complain
You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning I thought I knew you I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well. . . so well
I know who I am, but who are you? You're not looking like you used to You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear Thank you for turning on the lights Thank you, now you're the parasite I didn't think you had it in you And now you're looking like I used to
You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning And you want me badly You cannot have me I thought I knew you But I've got a new view I thought I knew you well . . . oh well
Letra de Sunday Morning
Sappy pathetic little me That was the girl I used to be You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day I'd never thought you could be that way But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning I thought I knew you I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well. . . so well
You're trying my shoes on for a change They look so good but fit so strange Out of fashion, so I can complain
You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning I thought I knew you I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well. . . so well
I know who I am, but who are you? You're not looking like you used to You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear Thank you for turning on the lights Thank you, now you're the parasite I didn't think you had it in you And now you're looking like I used to
You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning And you want me badly You cannot have me I thought I knew you But I've got a new view I thought I knew you well . . . oh well