Morning Glory

Won’t you listen, girl, to my hard luck story?
All I wanna do is sleep here with you
But nothin’s gonna happen 'cause it’s quarter to two
Quarter to three, quarter to four
Would you really have me spend all night down on the floor?
What do I gotta do to be your morning glory?
Won’t you listen, girl, to my hard luck story?
All I wanna do is make it with you
But nothin' ever happens when you feel blue
I feel greedy, I feel coarse
Found a penny for your thoughts when I was sleepin' on your floor
Was a two-headed coin, and when I rubbed off the dust
The inscription read, «In Hard Luck You Gotta Trust»
Won’t you listen girl, to, my hard luck story?
What I gotta do to be your morning glory?
Al I wanna do is make it with you
But nothin’s gonna happen 'cause it’s quarter to two
Quarter to three, quarter to four
My teeth are gonna rattle if I stay down on the floor
And the tears I shed if you throw me out the door
Will flood your bed and warp your floorboards
And short your circuits
And twist my two chords 'round 'til they’re perfect
And leak into your dresser, and run in your drawers
And drain into your lungs and then seep out your pores