One sunday morning
She  woke up in my bed
One sunday morning
She  woke up in my bed

She looked into mirror
I saw she liked what she sees
She put on jewelry
And went to her grandma's house

But she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes

Her feet are like pillows
Her hair moves from side to side
So very special
She keeps little pears inside
Her feet are like pillows
Her hair moves from side to side

she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes

You can see from her eyes
Her beauty [bad word] sane
She walked across floor
She smiled as she whispered my name
So very special
She moves with a certain grace
She likes ugly children [bad word] up, lick her face 

she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes
she did not make me pancakes