Sappy, pathetic, little me   That was the girl I used to be   You had me on my knees      I'd trade you places any day   I'd never thought you could be that way   But you looked like me on Sunday      Oh, you came in with the breeze on Sunday morning   You sure have changed since yesterday without any warning   I thought I knew you, I thought I knew you   I thought I knew you well, so well      You're trying my shoes on for a change   They look so good, but fit so strange   Out of fashion, so I can complain      Oh, you came in with the breeze on Sunday morning   You sure have changed since yesterday without any warning   I thought I knew you, I thought I knew you   I thought I knew you well, so well      I know who I am, but who are you?   You're not looking like you used to   You're on the other side of the mirror   So nothing's looking quite as clear      Thank you for turning on the light   Thank you, now you're the parasite   I didn't think you had it in you   And now you're looking like I used to      You came in with the breeze on Sunday morning   You sure have changed since yesterday without any warning   And you want me badly because you cannot have me   I thought I knew you, I've got a new view   I thought I knew you well, oh, well      On Sunday morning, without a warning   Sunday morning, I thought I knew you   Sunday morning, oh, you want me badly   You cannot have me   Sunday morning, Sunday morning   Sunday morning