In a red hot daze
She says 'no ways'
I check my face
And I thought it'd be ok
No escape
And so nervously
I say my lines
I checked the time
And I thought it would be fine
No reply
And until it's over
Don't wait for me but I'll be there tonight
Sorry I'm not older
But you're the coldest shoulder in my life
She pokes my ribs
'You're telling fibs'
The sun don't shine
For days like this
Wish they did
So she turns away
Her icy gaze
And I bury my love beside her anyway
And I say
Sorry I'm not older
But you're the coldest shoulder in my life
And until it's over
Don't wait for me but I'll be there tonight
I found a four-leafed clover
But the doorman said it's not allowed inside
And darling I'm not sober
But you're what I'll be hung over tonight
