You can put it down to lack of patience,
You can put it down to lack of sleep.
But it's in my head to stay in bed
Tucked under the sheets
They said if I try to get on I'd get on.
They said there were chances
But now my chance has gone
And I know what you think,
What you think about me.
Thoughts like that sink home
To you we're not deep
Now it may be a sad reflection
On the way young people feel
But early Monday morning
Is losing its appeal.
I open my curtains at 7 AM
Just so you think I'm up with the rest of the men
And I know what you think,
What you think about me.
Thoughts like that sink home
To you we're not deep
You'd do yourself a favour if you gave yourself a break
But that's one risk you'd never take.
The evening's yours, the morning's mine
But don't knock me I'm doing fine.
You'd do yourself a favour if you gave yourself a rest
But just for now you know what's best
And I know what you think,
What you think about me.
Thoughts like that sink home
To you we're not deep
