MAYBE I WON’T BE ANGRY ON SUNDAY
I hear you raising your voice.
I watch your face turning red.
There you go losing your temper
And that’s how you put me to bed.
So here’s how you show me you love me:
By showing you’re awfully strong.
Then you try to make up when you see me sulk
And you ask if I’ll stay mad for long …
Well, maybe I won’t be angry on Sunday.
Till then I’ll be paying you back.
You think I should start on forgiving you now?
Well, you can forget about that.
Don’t count on hearing me tell you how much I love you.
My time for sweet talk passed.
Right now if you know what’s good for you
You’ll get me some water…and fast.