A week's too long not to ring Re-colors her hair and waits for him No cat against dog, just head over heels Sex twice a day, best time in years Oh no, why hasn't he phoned? She has to wait until he's on his own Lyin' and denyin' till nobody knows I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to keep her on loan He'll buy her one day Sex drives, oral highs, cheated wives and spies Cream cakes, coffee dates, floral gifts, goodbye Pa**ed away, for the day, had a change of kind Sex change, too mundane for the average mind Haa no, she just can't see where he is or where he's been Looked prime and straight like she's always been All that she saved for went missin' again She could be, she could be She could be wrong She could be, she could be She could be wrong She could be, she could be She could be wrong It looks like, it looks like the word's got round They found a body in the lake Maybe, it wasn't really his name Same color, same weight, same size feet It's the not knowing that k**s you Oh no, the clock's stopped slow Every time you're on your own You hide from the spies so nobody knows Scratch through the pages of a lazy days news for a clue Still looking for you