Morning (Out) by The Theory of Funkativity Verse: He woke up late that morning And she was next to him She still slept, eyes closed, slow breathing He knew it right then When she got up she smiled and laughed And put on his shirt Soon her voice came from the kitchen Your breakfast is served He said Chorus: Baby I love you, can't tell you enough Just stand there, look pretty for me You're perfect, an angel, sent from above That girl I call mine but don't deserve Verse: Later in front of the mirror They got ready for work She slipped on her stockings so gently And zipped up her skirt He watched as she glided so gently His razor dug into his skin She looked up, her worried eyes said You've cut me again Chorus: Baby I love you, can't tell you enough Just stand there, look pretty for me You're perfect, an angel, sent from above That girl I call mine but don't deserve Baby I love you, can't tell you enough Just stand there, look pretty for me You're perfect, an angel, sent from above That girl I call mine but don't deserve