Nobody Knows Me

And I like cream in my coffee
And I like to, to sleep late on Sunday
And nobody knows me like my babyAnd I like eggs over easy
With flour tortillas
And nobody knows me like my babyAnd nobody holds me
And nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my babyBut it was a dream made to order
South of the border
And nobody knows me like my babyAnd she cried, "Man, how could you do it?"
And I swore that there weren't nothing to it
But nobody knows me like my babyAnd nobody holds me
And nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my babyAnd I like cream in my coffee
I hate to be alone on Sunday
And nobody knows me like my baby