In a red hot daze She says 'no ways' I check my face And I thought it'd be ok No escape And so nervously I say my lines I checked the time And I thought it would be fine No reply And until it's over Don't wait for me but I'll be there tonight Sorry I'm not older But you're the coldest shoulder in my life She pokes my ribs 'You're telling fibs' The sun don't shine For days like this Wish they did So she turns away Her icy gaze And I bury my love beside her anyway And I say Sorry I'm not older But you're the coldest shoulder in my life And until it's over Don't wait for me but I'll be there tonight I found a four-leafed clover But the doorman said it's not allowed inside And darling I'm not sober But you're what I'll be hung over tonight