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 fucking 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