Karaoké Sunday Morning After Amanda Marshall

Mmh, mmh hello

Mmh, mmh what time is it

Mmh, mmh, hang on

I woke up with a killer hangover hope it was worth all this pain

By the time the party was over tequila was my claim to fame

I was dancin' with Jake when

I last saw my keys

That was my first mistake 'cos what happened to me

I looked down at my arm baby and somethings lookin'

Back at me and I cannot believe it

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god it's the sunday morning after and baby who the hell are you

I remember yellin' hey DJ

Jack the volume I love this song

And my clothes are sellin' on Ebay

And I don't know what

I'm gonna put on

I blacked out I came to and it's all such a blur

Had a blast I assume but I'm really not sure

Exactly where am I now baby wake up and tell

Me your name 'cos this is insane

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god it's the sunday morning after and baby who the hell are you

Oh my god, oh my god oh my god, oh my god

My alter ego took over and took me on a fantasy ride

You can take me anywhere twice

But the second time will be to apologize

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god it's the sunday morning after and baby who the hell are you

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god it's the sunday morning after and baby who the hell are you

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god it's the sunday morning after and baby who the hell are you