I watched you get dressed
We went on guided tours
But I forgot what it meant
It's best in the mornin'
And we made each other late
When we know it won't be rushed
Good mornin', slow down
Have you remembered where you hid it?
Those boots make you too tall
You cried in the kitchen
'Cause I took my watch off there
It wasn't long ago
Or get tangled in your hair
So leave the curtains closed
To pretend my hand is yours
So it wouldn't scratch your skin
We made up in the hall