The first hint of morning, someones snoring
The cat upstairs is yawning and calling her name
Shes in a playful way and a venomous mood
When she bites my ear, its just for fun
And I believe her when she says, Im glad we never wed
Better off with the butter than the bread
Then quick, before she breathes, so gently Im seized
My ear to her belly, whoa, nelly
Its just like she said
Better off with the butter than the bread
Now take it as a warning, the first hint of morning
Theres good times ahead
Open the dawning, cars are crawling
Their rides outside are snoring, and its pouring with rain
And in the strangest way the night behaves
In patterns and shapes that suggest that I escaped
And I believe her when she says, Im glad you never left
Better off with a lover than a friend
Than quick before she speaks
So quickly I ease my lips to her cheek and thank Jesus
Its just like she said
Better off with the butter than the bread
Now take it as a warning, the first hint of morning
Oh, theres good times ahead
Just like she said
Oh, theres good times ahead
Just like she said
Theres good times ahead
Just like she said, good times ahead
Theres good times ahead
Yeah, theres good times ahead