Girl O'Clock

(It's on fire tonight)

If I don't have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex by the end of the week,

I'm g-g-g-going to die.

If I don't feel a p-p-p-p-pair of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own, oh,

I'm going to hang my head and cry.

If I don't feel w-w-w-warm breath on the n-n-n-nape of my n-n-n-n-neck,

Or feel a nice post-coital sigh.

C'mon baby, you can tell the cops why.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah-ho, no, no, no, no

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Woah-ho, no, no, no, no

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah-ho, no, no, no, no

And ya don't know th-th-th-the ice, ice cold vice that grips my head,

And ya don't know th-th-th-the burning,

the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed.

And ya don't know how these urges,

all these urges, can be so very very misread,

C'mon baby, was it something I said?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah-ho, no, no, no, no

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Woah-ho, no, no, no, no

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Woah-ho, no, no, no, no

When it's there, inside you day or night, you know it's girl o'clock,

I don't know, but I've been told it's so,

you know it's good as gold, you know it's tick tock ya don't stop.

If I don't have a n-n-n-n-nervous b-b-b-breakdown by the end of the week,

I'm going to be very, very surprised.