(Lyle Lovett) And I like cream in my coffee And I like to sleep late on Sunday And nobody knows me like my baby And I like eggs over easy With 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
