Sundays morning

I'd trade you places any day I'd never thought you could be that way But you looked like me on Sunday You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure had changed since yesterday Without any warning I thought I knew you I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well...so well You're trying my shoes on for a change They look so good but fit so strange Out of fashion, so I can complain horus: I know who I am, but who are you? You're not looking like you used to You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear Thank you for turning on the lights Thank you, now you're the parasite I didn't think you had it in you And now you're looking like I used to! You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning And you want me badly You cannot have me I thought I knew you But I've got a new view I thought I knew you well...oh well