At eight o'clock we said goodbye 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 TV 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 6 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 At half past two I picture her in the back of someone else's car He runs his fingers through her hair You shouldn't let him touch you there
