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.

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.