K.E.

Will you love me in the morning
When it’s far too early
And you hate the place and work
You have to go to at nine

Will you love me in the morning
When the coffee’s cold, the paper’s late
The rain keeps pouring for the third day straight

Will you love me in the morning
When we’ve had a fight and I
Have told you things you know I never really meant

Will you love me in the morning
When you’ve been awake since three
And there’s no hope in making up the lack of sleep