Sunday morning, I walk into my room
And I have no idea what to do
But I'm so sure that I don't need you
Ooh, baby, just do not cry over spilt milk

So what are you doing now?
It's such a waste, oh, a waste of time
I don't even wanna say goodbye
Baby, I just don't wanna understand

I know that ignorance is bliss
But then again, it ain't over til the fat lady sings
You have to understand that there are
Certain things in life that you have to let go

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

You can't just touch my soul and then leave
Sadly, you turned into something you said you wouldn't
It is terrible and unattractive
So, baby, it's oh, au revoir, oh, au revoir