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.