A gentle acoustic love song from the archives
The joys of married life back in the New Cross flat. The bath in the kitchen, hot water every Friday, two single beds tied together with string... ah, nostalgia.
Morning sits beside me and whispers in my ear
But maybe Ill ignore him and just stay and hold you near
But he is so persistent and it just will not do
Its 9 oclock the sun is up and we must follow to
Just another sunrise on just another day
Every dawn is uniform but different in its way
Oh-o-oh Oh its just another day
Go and make the breakfast you do it best of all
Meanwhile Ill just stay here and contemplate the posters on the wall
But now Im and ready and just about to flee
Not a hope you let me know the washing ups for me
Just a small manoeuvre on just another day
Every game is just the same but different in its way
Oh-o-oh Oh its just another day
So maybe whats the hurry why am I keen to go
Theres something Ive got to tell you that you must already know
So come on and caress me as only you know how
Dont say youve got too much to do I want to kiss you now
Just another kiss on just another day
Each caress is like the rest but different in its way
Oh-o-oh Oh its just another day