Sunday morning major ache and I wonder where I am A different smell and a face beside me "Who's that woman, does she have a name?" My mind is working harder and I just begin to sweat I hear noise, close my eyes pretend to sleep but My heatbeat wakes her, she says: "Good morning mister wisdom And thank you for last night I've learned a lot but most of all I've got you" I don't believe it, I don't know what I have done Too much wine and I was gone
Tell her it's alright now
Sunday evening still around, she asks me if I care I say: "I love you my sweetheart but I've got to go Can i have your number? I call you tomorrow" She hesitates then looks right trough me she knows that I am scared She says: "Mister wisdom give me yours instead I call you tonight, is everything alright?" Standing by the door with a shotgun in my back One of those night that blows my head away Hmmm don't believe it Doesn't know what she's done Too much wine and she was gone She thinks