Girl O’clock — текст песни (Dismemberment Plan)

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 breathe 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…
(Various oh oh`s and yea yea`s)
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?
(Various oh oh`s and yea yea`s)
When the sun, the stars up in the sky, 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