[Verse]
Believe in me, I'm sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture
Third or fourth weekend in June
December seems to come too soon
[Chorus]
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until
[Verse]
Head is swirling with the scene
Of you and him embraced in rapture
Dirty, trying to come clean
But every thought I have is obscene
[Chorus]
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until
[Verse]
Quilted in our hands
And keeping you tucked in too deep
Struck in the shot of two
Twenty-four hours in June
Believe in me, I'm sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture
Third or fourth weekend in June
December seems to come too soon
[Chorus]
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until
[Verse]
Head is swirling with the scene
Of you and him embraced in rapture
Dirty, trying to come clean
But every thought I have is obscene
[Chorus]
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until
[Verse]
Quilted in our hands
And keeping you tucked in too deep
Struck in the shot of two
Twenty-four hours in June
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