Dead in the Morning |

I’ve been trying to reach you all night long
And by your worn-out eyes and my torn-up photo
I guess you spent the night gearing up for a show down
You say I treat you like a dog
But you treat me like I’m a nurse or your mother
We haven’t touched since the long hot summer
and it’s too long, it’s too wrong to put it right
I don’t even care enough to stick around and hear your side
So good night, I know what’s coming..

Don’t you worry ‘bout me love
I’ll be dead in the morning, in the morning
I’ll be dead in the morning
I gave you plenty of warning, about my death in the morning
In the morning, I’ll be dead in the morning

You put your mind and your body beyond my reach
And I can’t tell if that’s a curse or a blessing
Your bedroom eyes are only window dressing
I always thought I’d pluck you like a peach
But you’re the toughest crowd I ever had to play for
You don’t respect love you didn’t have to pay for
And too late, I won’t wait another night
I don’t even care enough to stick around and hear your side
So good night
I know what’s coming..

La la la la..
No way, I won’t stay another night
Too late, I won’t wait to hear your side
Too long, it’s too long to put it right
You’re going to blow it, you don’t even know it
I worry ‘bout you, love

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