Girl O' Clock

If I don't have s*x by the end of the week

I'm going to die

If I don't feel a pair of soft lips on my own

Oh I'm going to hang my head and cry

If I don't feel warm breath on the nape of my neck

Or feel a nice post coital sigh

C'mon baby you can tell the cops why

And ya don't know the ice

Ice cold vice that grips my head

And ya don't know 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

All these urges

Can be so very very misread

C'mon baby was it something I said

When it's there

It's either 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 nervous breakdown by the end of the week

I'm going to be very

Very surprised