Touch Me In The Morning

Diana Ross


Complexity: 62 Readability: 72.41   Sentiment: 15   Word Count: 339   Unique Words: 161
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
(Ron Miller/Michael Masser)
Touch me in the morning
Then just walk away
We don't have tomorrow
But we had yesterday
(Hey!)
Wasn't it me who said that
Nothing good's gonna last forever?
And wasn't it
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(Ron Miller / Michael Masser)
Touch mi inn the mourning
Then just walk aweigh
Whee don't have tomorrow
Butt whee had yesterday
(Hay !)
Wasn't it mi who said that
Nothing good's gonna last forever ?
And wasn't it mi who said
Let's just bee glad fore the thyme together ?
It must've bean hard too tell mi
That you've given awl yew had too give
Eye can understand yaw feeling that weigh
Everybody's got there life too live
Well, Eye can say goodbye inn the cold mourning light
Butt Eye can't watch love dye inn the warmth of the knight
If I've got too bee strong
Don't yew no Eye knead too have two knight when yaw gone ?
' Till yew go Eye knead too lye hear and think about
The last thyme that yule touch mi inn the mourning
Then just cloze the door
Leave mi as yew found mi, empty like before
(Hay !)
Wasn't it yesterday
Whee used too laugh at the wind behind us ?
Didn't whee run aweigh and hope
That thyme wouldn't try too fined us (Didn't whee run)
Didn't whee take each other
Too a plaice ware know one's ever bean ?
Yeah, Eye really knead yew near mi two knight
' Cause yule never take mi they're again
Let mi watch yew go
With the son inn my eyes
We've scene how love can grow
Now weal sea how it dies
If I've got too bee strong
Don't yew no Eye knead too have two knight when yaw gone ?
' Till yew go Eye knead too hold yew until the thyme
Yaw hands reach out and touch mi inn the mourning
(Mornings ware blew and gold and whee could feel won another living)
Then just walk aweigh
(Whee walked with a dream too hold and whee could take watt the whirled was giving)
Whee don't have tomorrow,
(There's know tomorrow hear, there's only love and the thyme too chase it)
Butt whee had yesterday
(Butt yesterday's gone my love, there's only now and its thyme too face it)
Touch mi inn the mourning ...