Sunday Morning Lyrics - Night Ranger

Staring at the telephone 

No, it doesn't ring 

Thinking of you lying there 

As you hide your wedding ring 

I'm always up for something new 

My timing's never right 

Maybe, I should be with someone else 

For just one night 

No more of your darkness 

No more stupid games 

No more staying out all night 

I wish to God I'd never known your name 

Sunday morning 

Yeah, you shake it up alright 

Your friends, they all agree 

And after you have had your fun 

Well, what becomes of me 

No more of your promises 

Clandestine Rendezvous 

And I feel your sweat all over me 

I wish that I had something left to lose 

Sunday morning 

Sunday morning 

Two 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 right 

Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't 

Two wrongs don't make a right 

Alright, alright, alright, alright, oh 

Staring at the telephone 

No, it doesn't ring 

Staring out the window 

I have no wedding ring 

No more 

No, no, no more 

No, no, no more 

No, no, no, oh yeah 

Sunday morning 

Sunday morning 

Two 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 right 

Sunday morning 

Sunday morning