I reach in my pocket    A number a name    It seems so familiar    The lose'ual game       A quick glance at first then    a small silent wink    Hands tremble and touch    not asking too much    Lights turned down low    in a one evening show       -Chorus-   Sunday morning breakup    By noon she will be gone    Sunday morning wake up    You'll bet I'll be alone    It seemed to work out    At least over night    But soon she'll be gone    She said "This ain't right"       Everyone so special    with their own way to tease    But something is missing    it's catch and release       Hands tremble and touch not,    not asking a thing    There's always a note    and a promise to call    but we know that we're lying    The phone won't ring at all       -Chorus-   Sunday morning breakup    By noon she will be gone    Sunday morning wake up    You'll bet I'll be alone    It seemed to work out    At least over night    But soon she'll be gone    She said "This ain't right"       Sunday morning breakup    By noon she will be gone    Sunday morning wake up    You'll bet I'll be alone    Sunday morning breakup    By noon she will be gone    Sunday morning wake up    You'll bet I'll be alone       Day after day, week after week    Monday through Thursday    I feel like a freak    Wednesdays are better    when Friday's in sight    I hope I have met her    by Saturday night