Tomorrow when I wake
What will take the place
Of smiles on your face
And black hair against white lace
And I wonder, will I be thinking of
Our early morning love
All the sweet things that you'd say
That brighten up my darkest day
And tomorrow night what do you suggest
To take the place or your breast
Pressed against my chest
Oh how I'll miss your tenderness
But there's no use crying 'cause loves a grown up game