Lyrics:

It ain't the way you stand there
The way you comb your hair
The way you paint your eyebrows
And make yourself look rare
It ain't the way you go red, when you're stuck in stare
It's the way you say lovely day
It ain't the way you seem to always wake up a half hour late
And in the rush my eggs are always broken on the plates
It ain't the way you make me wait, Kate
It's the way you say, 'how do you do?'
In the morning
You ain't no saint
But you're thinner than a sinner
It ain't the way you ask me what it was that I just said
Or the way you look so serious and say it's time we wed
Or the way you grumble as I kick you out of bed
It's the way you go cheerio
In the morning
You ain't no saint
But you're thinner than a sinner