You were never one for sleeping late But oh! the working week can wait We ought to spend today together You might be less than overjoyed Unimpressed and unemployed But I refuse to waste this weather A midweek midmorning to ourselves It would be misspent somewhere else We wasted most of winter feeling That we should stay inside instead Lie on our backs on our bed Beneath the stains upon the ceiling I was never one for getting up And catercorner from the pub I found it difficult deciding Between the indoors and the out- But overhead there's not a cloud That couldn't once have been skywriting You beside and bluer skies above me Spring fashion week and don't we both look lovely Yeah, you beside and bluer skies above me Spring fashion week and don't we both look lovely