It's Sunday morning
The coffee's on
That gray cat's still yawning
Because Saturday is gone
And I still feel the feeling
Of how you felt upon me
And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me
You were down and dirty
He was tall and twenty-nine
And I'm only disconcerted
Because you said you knew I wouldn't mind
I still feel the feeling
Of how you telephoned me
And it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me
But you can't make a cool cat crazy
Like you can't make a gray cat brown
And you can't keep a wildcat
When she knows the wildest cats in town
So it's Sunday morning
Yeah, I guess I had it coming
Ooh, 'cause I start recalling
A time I went astray
And I still feel the feeling
Of her last words of warning
She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me"
She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
But it's a very big deal to me"
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