The first hint of morning, someones snoring
The cat upstairs is yawning and calling her name
Shes in a playful way and a venomous mood
When she bites my ear, its just for fun
And I believe her when she says,
Im glad we never wed.
Better off with the butter than the bread.
Then quick, before she breathes
So gently Im seized, my ear to her belly.
Whoa, nelly
Its just like she said
Better off with the butter than the bread.
Now take it as a warning
The first hint of morning
Theres good times ahead.
Open the dawning
cars are crawling
Their rides outside are snoring
and its pouring with rain
And in the strangest way the night behaves
in patterns and shapes that suggest that I escaped.
And I believe her when she says,
Im glad you never left.
Better off with a lover than a friend.
Than quick before she speaks,
So quickly I ease my lips to her cheek and
thank Jesus.
Its just like she said.
Better off with the butter than the bread.
Now take it as a warning.
The first hint of morning
Oh, theres good times ahead.
(Just like she said.)
Oh, theres good times ahead.
(Just like she said)
Theres good times ahead.
(Just like she said. Good times ahead.)
Theres good times ahead.
Yeah, theres good times ahead.