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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