Staring at the telephone
No, it doesn't ring
Thinking of you lying there
As you hide your wedding ringI'm always up for something new
My timing's never right
Maybe, I should be with someone else
For just one nightNo more of your darkness
No more stupid games
No more staying out all night
I wish to God I'd never known your nameSunday morningYeah, you shake it up alright
Your friends, they all agree
And after you have had your fun
Well, what becomes of meNo more of your promises
Clandestine Rendezvous
And I feel your sweat all over me
I wish that I had something left to loseSunday morning
Sunday morningTwo 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 rightTwo wrongs don't, two wrongs don't
Two wrongs don't make a right
Alright, alright, alright, alright, ohStaring at the telephone
No, it doesn't ring
Staring out the window
I have no wedding ringNo more
No, no, no more
No, no, no more
No, no, no, oh yeahSunday morning
Sunday morningTwo 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 rightSunday morning
Sunday morning