It's nearly eleven
Do you think we'll stand the test of time?
You're a cloud short of heaven
But you know I want you to be mine
I'm sitting here waiting
Yeah, and it's getting [bad word] 
Got to go to the garage
Got to get some [bad word] and make some tea
Can you lend me enough wedge?
Do you want to walk up there with me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Yeah, I'm tired of debating...

We've been up all night
I can feel a strange attraction
Now it's getting light
But I can't spur you into action
Sure not alone
But so on my own, oh

It's a quarter to seven
Don't you think we've stayed up half the night?
You're a cloud short of heaven
But I'd love to see you [bad word] your stuff
And I'm sitting here waiting
Yeah, and it could be X-rated
We could be, oh, so happy
We could be, oh, so happy