Monday

At eight o'clock we said goodbye,
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 TV,
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,
cause every time I try to call I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six am, and I don't want to try again,
cause 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.

It's Monday Morning 5:19,
and I'm still wondering where she's been,
Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six am, and I don't want to try again,
Cause if she's still not back then this must be the end.

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!