| I wake up with the sunrise
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| Rise and shine is but a lie
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| Lie down again before I even see
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| See cakes freshly baked for me
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| He’s tender but I’m thinking
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| King you aren’t inviting me
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| Means I would never, ever brew
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| Brew ourselves a tea for two
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| Such a precious toy
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| Boy, you’ll be my foil
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| Hang on, hold on, wait on
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| Til I decide whether
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| To pretend I’m not
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| I’ll share my teapot
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| On a Sunday morning
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| With a stranger hanging
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| ‘Round my property
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| I wake up with the sunrise
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| Rise and shine is but a lie
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| Lie my bed is my oven middle name
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| Name and shame me
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| Please, please me
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| You take me for your new queen
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| Queen cakes are beyond your means
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| Means that I’ll never ever, ever brew ourselves a tea for two
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| Such a precious toy
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| Boy you’ll be my foil
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| Hang on, hold on, wait on Til I decide whether
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| To pretend I’m not
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| I’ll share my teapot
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| On a Sunday morning
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| With a stranger hanging ‘round my property
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| No sugar, no coffee, no ice-tea, no tv, no icecream
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| Just a tea
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| Stir your milk up and sit down, please. |
| X 7
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| (refrain: Such a precious toy, Boy you’ll be my foil, On a Sunday morning)
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| ((refrain: Just a circus toy, Boy you’ll be my foil, on a Sunday morning))
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| (((refrain: I wake up in the morning))) |