The morning paper is on it?s way
And it?s all bad news on every page
So I roll right over
And go to sleep
The evening sun will be so sweet
I roll right over
And I have this thing
Red apple falls
The Morning PaperThe morning paper is on it?s way And it?s all bad news on every page So I roll right over And go to sleep The evening sun will be so sweet I roll right over And I have this thing Red apple falls |