Eleven O’Clock
It’s eleven o’clock
And I don’t think I can see you anymore
I don’t think
I need you anymore
Baby you’ve lost it
You’ve lost it again
It’s eleven o’clock, baby
And you still haven’t called
The phone rings again
Damn it, I don’t want a magazine
I don’t think
I want it anymore
Baby you’ve lost it
You’ve lost it again
It’s eleven o’clock, baby
And you still haven’t called
Bouncing rubber ball
Bouncing rubber ball
Blinks when it bounces
Like any good one should
It’s eleven o’clock
For the second time today




