Don't lock the door after midnight
Don't take my pillow from he bed
Don't lie awake all night and ponder
Over something I have said
For I've been known to paint the town in my time
Hey I've been known to get around
But I have also known the wonder of your smile
And coming home and feelin' fine
And I'd rather meet the morning
From the inside of your room
I don't like to do my talking on the phone
And I'd rather have a cup of conversation with you
Than a bottle of good whiskey all alone
Don't take my name from he mailbox
Don't take my toothbrush from the wall
For it sometimes takes awhile to recall
We belong together after all
And I'd rather meet the morning....