Its Sunday morning
And I'm alone on the beach
Watching the beauty of sunrise
Wind through my hair
Caressing my face
Feeling the sand beneath my feet
Later that day
I'm walking through the park
Listening to the song on the breeze
Love is the thought
Peace in my heart
I know why
I'm just doing m' thing
The candles are lit
Incense stick burning
Nurturing the spirit within
Warm waters running
Sea salts are falling
Badu badu do we do be
Music is soft
Jazz to be precise
Strawberries lay in a dish
You may expect to hear someone at the door
But no tonight
I'm just doing m' thing
