Sunday morning
She wakes up
It's 3 in the afternoon
Why bother with makeup
Looking out
For the sun
She never thought she'd be the type
To avoid the fun
Sun rays are waiting for her at the door
They're going really well with her new hair colour
They've been waiting for her to wake up all morning in vain
But Little Miss Sunshine prefers the rain
Monday morning
She passed out
Finally a break
From an eternity of doubt
About whether or not
It's useful
To wake up the next morning
To start to dig a hole
Sun rays are waiting for her at the door
They're going really well with her new hair colour
They've been waiting for her to wake up all morning in vain
But Little Miss Sunshine prefers the rain
There are flowers that you cannot water
There are souls on this earth you can not comfort
It's a hand, an invite, not an obligation
It's up to everyone to deal with their complexion
Sun rays are waiting for her at the door
They're going really well with her hair colour
They've been waiting for her to wake up all morning in vain
But Little Miss Sunshine prefers the rain
Sun rays are waiting for her (nah-nah-nah) at the door
They're going really well with her hair colour
They've been waiting for her to wake up all morning in vain
But Little Miss Sunshine prefers the rain