A week's too long not to ring,
Re-colours her hair and waits for him,
No cat against dog, just head over heels,
Sex twice a date, best time in years,
Oh no, why hasn't he phoned,
She has to wait until he's on his own,
Lying and denying till no-body knows,
I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to keep her on loan,
He'll buy her one day,
Sex drives, oral highs, cheated wives and spies
Cream cakes, coffee dates, floral gifts, goodbye.
Passed away, for the day, had a change of kind
Sex change, too mundane for the average mind
Ha no, she just can't see,
Where he is or where he's been
Looked prim and straight like she's always been,
All that she saved for, went missing again
She could be,
She could be,
She could be wrong
She could be,
She could be,
She could be wrong
She could be,
She could be,
She could be wrong
It looks like it looks like it looks like the words got round
They found a body in the lake,
Maybe it wasn't really his name,
Same colour, same weight, same size feet,
It's the not knowing that kills you,
Oh no the clock's stopped slow every time your on your own,
You hide from the spies so nobody knows,
Scratch through the pages of a lazy days news for a clue,
Still looking for you