And in the morning I know i'll find
I'll be suffering the effects of the wine
And I'll look at you and see
In the harsh light of day
You're a headache that won't go away.
I'll pick up the clothes that lie on the floor
Leaving a trail from the bedroom to the front door
I'll put on a coffee and take a shower
I'll have to hurry to be at work in half an hour
And in the morning...
I drunk two pints of water
And still woke with a hangover
Lying on my shoulder
I thought I had learned some self control
But I swear I get worse
As I get older
Tonight I won't think of consequence
On red beans and rice and white wine
Good advice becomes nonsense
And I will not say that I love you
And I'll tell you why, 'cause when I tell a lie
It comes true
And in the morning...