Song Description

A man falls in love with a woman despite her reputation.

Lyrics

Here It Is Sunday Morning, She?s Still Dressed Like Saturday Night (2003)

Another Sunday morning in a fancy dress
Makeup on her face and her hair?s a mess
Looks like she went out again trying to find someone
Now she?s walking home alone caught by the morning sun

CHORUS:
And here it is Sunday morning, she?s still dressed like Saturday night
She?s all alone, walking home under the morning sun
Her momma don?t know where she?s been and her daddy don?t think that?s right
But here she is Sunday morning, she?s still dressed like Saturday night

Another lonely night, see her talking at the bar
He?ll offer her the moon and promise her the stars
Playing with her heart like it?s all some kind of game
He?ll gets what he wants then send her on her way

CHORUS: And here she is Sunday morning?

BRIDGE:
If she were mine, she?d never have to feel that way
She?d never have to take that walk of shame

Another Sunday morning in a fancy dress
But I know she just wants to fall in love like all the rest
If she were mine I?d treat her right and make her want to stay
By loving her all through the night and keeping her every day

CHORUS:
Then there?d be no more Sunday mornings dressed like Saturday night
No more walking home alone under the morning sun
Tell her mamma and daddy that we?re in love and that?d make everything right
Then there?d be no more Sunday mornings,
Then there?d be no more Sunday mornings,
Then there?d be no more Sunday mornings dressed like Saturday night.