Lyrics
Believe in me, I'm sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture
Third or fourth weekend in June
December seems to come too soon
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until-
Head is swirling with the scene
Of you and him embraced in rapture
Dirty, trying to come clean
But every thought I have's obscene
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until-
Quilted in my hands
And keeping you tucked in too deep
Struck in the shot of two
24 hours in June
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?
