Morning sex is for lovers
Playing games in the covers
Oh they let la-light shine in

Kissing the wrinkles and scars on their skin

It's about 8 am now

Seems we just put our heads down
All the sparkles and wine of last night
Have quickly dissolved to a much different side


Collecting clothes while you're sleeping
Through your room I am creeping

Passing hours make it clearer to see

And you're not in love with me


Oh I tried hard to make something of this
Yes I worked hard but it seems I have missed


Your kiss means just a kiss
Do I long for a lover to low on my list?


So I opted instead for a drunken night tryst
Again and again


And again and again and again
And again and again and again...


Morning sex is for lovers
They just can't get enough of each other

You talk sweet and soft in the dark
But discover a mole instead of my beauty mark


I'm no one for a guilt trip
We know just where I lift
Please don't bother with coffee or tea

Yes it's best if I just let you see

Morning sex is for lover

You're not in love with me

You're not in love with me