It's nearly eleven Do you think we'll stand the test of time You're a cloud short of heaven But you know i want you to be mine Am i sitting here waiting Yeah, and it's getting frustrating
Got to go to the garage Got to get some fags and make some tea Can you lend me enough wedge Do you want to walk up there with me And i'm sitting here waiting Yeah, i'm tired of debating
We've been up all night
I can feel a strange attraction Now it's getting light But i can't spur you into action Sure not alone But so on my own, oh.
It's a quarter to seven Don't you think we've stayed up half the night You're a cloud short of heaven But i'd love to see you strut your stuff And i'm sitting here waiting Yeah, and it could be x-rated We could be oh so happy, We could be oh so happy.
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