Staring at the telephone   No, it doesn't ring   Thinking of you lying there   As you hide your wedding ring      I'm always up for something new   My timing's never right   Maybe, I should be with someone else   For just one night      No more of your darkness   No more stupid games   No more staying out all night   I wish to God I'd never known your name      Sunday morning      Yeah, you shake it up alright   Your friends, they all agree   And after you have had your fun   Well, what becomes of me      No more of your promises   Clandestine Rendezvous   And I feel your sweat all over me   I wish that I had something left to lose      Sunday morning   Sunday morning      Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't   Two wrongs don't make a right   Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't   Two wrongs don't make a right      Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't   Two wrongs don't make a right   Alright, alright, alright, alright, oh      Staring at the telephone   No, it doesn't ring   Staring out the window   I have no wedding ring      No more   No, no, no more   No, no, no more   No, no, no, oh yeah      Sunday morning   Sunday morning      Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't   Two wrongs don't make a right   Two wrongs don't, two wrongs don't   Two wrongs don't make a right      Sunday morning   Sunday morning