Nobody Knows Me

And I like cream in my coffee

And I like to, to sleep late on Sunday

And nobody knows me like my babyAnd I like eggs over easy

With flour tortillas

And nobody knows me like my babyAnd nobody holds me

And nobody knows me

Nobody knows me like my babyBut it was a dream made to order

South of the border

And nobody knows me like my babyAnd she cried, "Man, how could you do it?"

And I swore that there weren't nothing to it

But nobody knows me like my babyAnd nobody holds me

And nobody knows me

Nobody knows me like my babyAnd I like cream in my coffee

I hate to be alone on Sunday

And nobody knows me like my baby