#3324

[max-the-many]

Others change into their speedos at the beach. For me, it modtly is a bit... more...

[sleepsucks]

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: February 7, 1981

Lyrics:

I wake up every mornin', I stumble out of bed

Stretchin' and yawnin', another day ahead

It seems to last forever and time goes slowly by

Till babe and me's together, then it starts to fly

'Cause the moment that he's with me, time can take a flight

The moment that he's with me, everything's alright

Night time is the right time, we make love

Then it's his and my time, we take off

My baby takes the morning train

He works from nine to five and then

He takes another home again

To find me waitin' for him

My baby takes the morning train

He works from nine to five and then

He takes another home again

To find me waitin' for him

He takes me to a movie or to a restaurant

To go slow dancing, anything I want

Only when he's with me, I catch light

Only when he gives me, makes me feel alright

My baby takes the morning train

He works from nine to five and then

He takes another home again

To find me waitin' for him

All day I think of him, dreamin' of him constantly

I'm crazy mad for him and he's crazy mad for me (crazy mad for me)

When he steps off that train, amazingly full of fight

Work all day to earn his pay, so we can play all night

My baby takes the morning train

He works from nine to five and then

He takes another home again

To find me waitin' for him

(My baby takes the morning train)

He's always on that morning train

(He works from nine to five and then)

He works so hard

(He takes another home again)

To find me waiting for him

Songwriter: Florrie Palmer

(My baby takes the morning train)

(He works from nine to five and then)

(He takes another home again)

(To find me waitin' for him)

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Bear cub in the flowers by Ursula Dubrick Via Flickr: Bear cub standing up to make sure mom is nearby.

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writing tip #3324:

just had to set my alarm for 3am so you don't get a tip today