The first hint of morning, someone's snoring
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The cat upstairs is yawning and calling her name
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She's in a playful way and a venomous mood
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When she bites my ear, it's just for fun
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And I believe her when she says,
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"I'm glad we never wed.
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Better off with the butter than the bread."
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Then quick, before she breathes
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So gently I'm seized, my ear to her belly.
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Whoa, nelly
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It's just like she said
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Better off with the butter than the bread.
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Now take it as a warning
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The first hint of morning
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There's good times ahead.
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Open the dawning
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cars are crawling
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Their rides outside are snoring
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and it's pouring with rain
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And in the strangest way the night behaves
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in patterns and shapes that suggest that I escaped.
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And I believe her when she says,
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"I'm glad you never left.
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Better off with a lover than a friend."
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Than quick before she speaks,
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So quickly I ease my lips to her cheek and
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thank Jesus.
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It's just like she said.
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Better off with the butter than the bread.
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Now take it as a warning.
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The first hint of morning
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Oh, there's good times ahead.
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(Just like she said.)
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Oh, there's good times ahead.
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(Just like she said)
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There's good times ahead.
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(Just like she said. Good times ahead.)
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There's good times ahead.
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Yeah, there's good times ahead.
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Good Times Ahead
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| Mercury Rev |
