Morning  is for lovers
Playing games in the covers
Oh they let, la-light shine in
Kissing the wrinkles and scars on their skin

It’s about 8 am now
Seems we just put our heads down
All the sparkles and wine of last night
Have quickly dissolved to a much different side

Collecting clothes while you’re sleeping
Through your room, I am creeping
Passing hours make it clearer to see
Morning  is for lovers

And you’re not in love with me

Oh I tried hard to make something of this
Yes, I worked hard but it seems I have missed

Your kiss means just a kiss
Do I long for a lover, to low on my list?

So I opted instead for a [bad word] night tryst
Again, and again

And again, and again, and again,
And again, and again, and again…

Morning  is for lovers
They just can’t get enough of each other
You talk sweet and soft in the dark
But discover a mole instead of my beauty mark

I’m no one for a guilt trip
We know just where I lift
Please don’t bother with coffee or tea
Yes, it’s best if I just let you see

Morning  is for lover
You’re not in love with me

You’re not in love with me