No Big Deal - Lyle Lovett

It’s Sunday morning, the club is on That great cat’s still yawning

Because Saturday is gone

And I still feel the feeling

Of how you felt upon me And it may be no big deal to you

But it’s a very big deal to me You were down and dirty

And he was tall and twenty nine

And I’m only disconcerted

Because you said you knew I wouldn’t mind

But I still feel the feeling

Of how you telephone me And it may be no big deal to you

But it’s a very big deal to me But you can’t make a cool cat crazy

Like you can’t make a gray cat brown

And you can’t keep a wild cat

When she knows the wildest cat’s in town

So it’s Sunday morning

Yeah and I guess I had a coffee

Ooh 'cause I start recalling

A time I went astray

And I still feel the feeling

Of her last words of warning

She said, «Man, it may be no big deal to you

But it’s a very big deal to me»

She said, «Man, it may be no big deal to you

But it’s a very big deal to me»