Lyrics

I was trying to sleep, but my heart-rate wasn't fooled It was at least the back of four when you phoned to tell me that you'd pulled You met him in a club and he's nice You hope he doesn't think you're slack But he's waiting in the next room and you think you'd better get back I'm trying to sleep, but I'm staring and I'm thinking And my bed's f**king huge And you and him are drinking I'm glad that I'm going That I'll soon be away I wish you'd just ask her 'cause it's not something I can say