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 [bad word] 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,
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 – 
 [bad word] his fingers through her hair... 
Oh you shouldn't let him touch you there!