It's Sunday morning, the club is on
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That great cat's still yawning
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Because Saturday is gone
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And I still feel the feeling
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Of how you felt upon me
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And it may be no big deal to you
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But it's a very big deal to me
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You were down and dirty
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And he was tall and twenty nine
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And I'm only disconcerted
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Because you said you knew I wouldn't mind
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But I still feel the feeling
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Of how you telephone me
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And it may be no big deal to you
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But it's a very big deal to me
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But you can't make a cool cat crazy
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Like you can't make a gray cat brown
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And you can't keep a wild cat
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When she knows the wildest cat's in town
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So it's Sunday morning
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Yeah and I guess I had a coffee
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Ooh 'cause I start recalling
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A time I went astray
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And I still feel the feeling
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Of her last words of warning
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She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
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But it's a very big deal to me"
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She said, "Man, it may be no big deal to you
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But it's a very big deal to me"
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No Big Deal
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| Lyle Lovett |
