| The first hint of morning, someone’s snoring
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| The cat upstairs is yawning and calling her name
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| She’s in a playful way and a venomous mood
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| When she bites my ear, it’s just for fun
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| And I believe her when she says, «I'm glad we never wed»
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| Better off with the butter than the bread
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| Then quick, before she breathes, so gently I’m seized
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| My ear to her belly, whoa, nelly
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| It’s just like she said
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| Better off with the butter than the bread
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| Now take it as a warning, the first hint of morning
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| There’s good times ahead
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| Open the dawning, cars are crawling
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| Their rides outside are snoring, and it’s pouring with rain
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| And in the strangest way the night behaves
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| In patterns and shapes that suggest that I escaped
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| And I believe her when she says, «I'm glad you never left»
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| Better off with a lover than a friend
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| Than quick before she speaks
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| So quickly I ease my lips to her cheek and thank Jesus
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| It’s just like she said
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| Better off with the butter than the bread
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| Now take it as a warning, the first hint of morning
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| Oh, there’s good times ahead
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| (Just like she said)
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| Oh, there’s good times ahead
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| (Just like she said)
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| There’s good times ahead
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| (Just like she said, good times ahead)
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| There’s good times ahead
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| Yeah, there’s good times ahead |