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 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 knew 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 light.  Thank you now your the parasite.

I didn't think you had it in you.  But 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

I thought I knew you....I thought I knew you...I thought I knew you well.  

Oh well.

- Gwen Stefani