Will you still
Love me tomorrow
The morning after

The morning after
Casting your vote
Maybe your first
(possibly even your last)

The morning after
You were wooed
By the promise
Of a brighter day

Will you still
Love me tomorrow
When you come down
From the high of the event

Will your heart be broken
By the grinning vote-catcher
Like a suitor brimful
Of potential the previous day

The morning after
Still dizzy and light-headed
From the ecstasy of voting
(do you feel it, still)

Will you still
Love me tomorrow
The morning after
(i have delivered my x)

Will I still see
Your face at my door
And not just at election time

Or will you be
Just so far away
And me pregnant
With so much expectation