Feels like a kiss Makes a body strong Climbing through the windowpane After the dark Has said its piece and gone It sure is good to see you
How was I to know empirically Until I let you go and you came back to me
Good morning sun I will be your Mona Lisa So shine on Shine all your golden light on me
I've been working on the railroad Working on planes In waiting rooms and old streetcars Weary from the world but every time you touch me I'm a work of art.
How was I to know empirically Darling you would go around the world for me
Good morning sun I will be your Mona Lisa So shine on Shine all your golden light
I could have been a king I could have been a rodeo star Or a newspaper salesman But then I wouldn't feel a thing ‘Cause I wouldn't have the skin that I'm in And you wouldn't have a hand in This little bitty smile on my face That might just be hiding a dirty little thought or two I think you'd better know the truth This body goes weak in the knees at the thought of you
Good morning sun I will be your Mona Lisa So shine on Shine all your golden light
Good morning sun I will be your Mona Lisa So shine on Shine all your golden light on me