At eight o`clock we said good-bye,
that`s when I left her house for mine.
She said that she`d be staying in,
well she had to be at work by nine.
So I get home and have a bath,
and let an hour or two pass,
drifting in front of my T.V.,
when a film comes on that she wants to see.
* It`s Monday morning 5:19
and I`m still wondering where she`s been,
cos everytime I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it`s almost six a.m.
and I don`t want to try again,
cos if she`s still not back then this must be the end.
At first I guess she`s gone to get
herself a pack of cigarettes,
a pint of milk, food for the cat,
but it`s midnight now and she`s still not back.
* (repeat)
At half past two I picture her
in the back of someone else`s car.
He runs his fingers through her hair,
oh you shouldn`t let him touch you there.
* (repeat)