| Lyrics: | Coming to me in the morning, leaving me at night.
Coming to me in the morning, leaving me
alone.
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard.
Running to me a-cryin'
when he throws you out.
Running to me a-cryin', on your own again.
You've got that pure
feel, such good responses,
But the picture has a mustache.
You're coming to me with
that soulful look on your face,
Coming looking like you've never ever done one wrong
thing.
You're coming to me with that soulful look on your face.
You're coming looking
like you've never ever done one wrong thing.
So many fantastic colors; I feel in a
wonderland.
Many fantastic colors makes me feel so good.
You've got that pure feel, such
good responses.
You've got that rainbow feel but the rainbow has a beard. |
