Lyrics:

[lyrics]Staring at the telephone

No it doesn't ring

Thinking of you lying there

As you hide your wedding ring

I'm always up for something new

My timing's never right

Maybe I should be with someone else

For just one night

No more of your darkness

No more stupid games

No more staying out all night

I wish to God I'd never known your name



Sunday Morning



Yea, you shake it up alright

Your friends they all agree

And after you have had your fun

Well what becomes of me

No more of your promises

Clandestine Rendezvous

And feel your sweat all over me

I wish that I had something left to lose



Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning



Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't make a right

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't make a right

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't make a right

Alright alright alright alright



Staring at the telephone

No it doesn't ring

Staring out the window

I have no wedding ring

No more

No no no more

No no no more

Oh oh oh



Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning



Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't make a right

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't

Two wrongs don't make a right

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning