And I like cream in my coffee

And I like to to sleep late on Sunday

And nobody knows me like my baby

And I like eggs over easy

With the flour tortillas

And nobody knows me like my baby

And nobody holds me

And nobody knows me

Nobody knows me like my baby

But it was a dream made to order

South of the border

And nobody knows me like my baby

And she cried Man how could you do it

And I swore that there weren't nothing to it

But nobody knows me like my baby

And nobody holds me

And nobody knows me

Nobody knows me like my baby

And I like cream in my coffee

And I hate to be alone on Sunday

And nobody knows me like my baby