Tic toc, can you hear the hands of the clock?nTimes up, but you're just ready to f***nSkirt torn in the early hours of dawnnLegs sore and you look like a whorenClosed door, but you're knocking for morenExcuse my tongue.nnDesperate to prove you're not desperatenDesperate but everyone knows you are.nnDarling yesterdays makeup never worked for anyonenCheap wine and stale perfume, to you it's all a bit of fun.nnIt's just not acceptable to show some skin and make them fallnEspecially not him, i hope you're crying listening to his songnI hope you're screaming listening to his song.nnTic toc, you can't possibly hear the hands of the clock with all that sound your heads spinning around. You're slurring, heart's burning, you're yearning for him now - too late.nnListen up! Don't tell a lie to friends because friends talknthis is a lesson you need to be taughtnDon't tell a lie to him because you'll seenoh honey, you will have to deal with mennIt's just not acceptable to show some skin and make them fallnEspecially not him, i hope you're crying and screamingn