Sunday Morning Fool Michael Dinner

[Verse 1]
Angel eyes and wounded cries
Are breaking Sunday morning fog
Just the last remains
Of the Saturday evening rains
And the smell of champagne from the hall

[Verse 2]
Old angel eyes, she breaks down
Breaks down and cries
I'm so tired of baby's blues
I tell her so, and she walks out the door
She hopes someone hurts me someday soon

[Chorus]
She says: lover, what you do to me
You make me feel so bad
You treat me like your old piano stool
Twisted past, the breaking point
And broken like the word
I feel like a Sunday morning fool
God help us, Sunday morning fools

[Verse 3]
Demon's eyes - oh, they tear at
They tear at my insides
As them bells from St. John's ring
Oh, words above: when you turn on stolen love
Someone's gonna short change you someday