It was a near-perfect morning, the sun was shining
Birds making beautiful sounds
When all of a sudden it finally hit me
Truth came crashing down
Amateur hour
Amateur hour
Baby, you′re an amateur
You gotta go pro someday
How did I think two minds had met?
So keenly understood
Somebody, finally in my tree
But your branches have no wood
Amateur hour
Amateur hour
Baby, you're an amateur
You gotta go pro someday
Sweet petite
Not near obsolete
You couldn′t be better than that
Life can be dumb
But I'm not gonna be your fool
(No more)
It's a near-perfect evening, the moon is glowin′
I don′t have a worldly care
My step is lighter, my hopes are higher
Since I got you out of my hair
Amateur hour
Amateur hour
Baby, you're an amateur
You gotta go pro someday
Someday
Writer(s): Mark O. Everett, John Alexander William Parish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
