Seven-o-clock in the morning, and the rays from the sun wake you, You're stretchin' and yawnin in a bed that don't belong to you... And a voice yells 'Good morning darlin' from the bathroom, And she comes out and kisses you and to your surprise it's not her... (Oh) Now you've got this dumb look on your face like 'What have I done?' How could you be so stupid as to be have laid here till the mornin' sun? And so you run around in your mind, Tryna' figure what to do right now...