Girl O'Clock
Dismemberment Plan
Emergency & I (1999)

If I don’t have sex by the end of the week, I’m ggoing to die
If I don’t feel a pair of soft lips on my own, oh,
I’m going to hang my head and cry.
If I don’t feel warm breathe on the n-n-n-nape of my nneck or feel a nice post-coital sigh
C’mon baby, you can tell the cops why…
(Various oh oh’s and yea yea’s)
And ya don’t know the ice ice cold vice that grips my head
And ya don’t know the burning, the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed
And ya don’t know how these urges, all these urges, can be so very very misread
C’mon baby, was it something I said?
(Various oh oh’s and yea yea’s)
When the sun, the stars up in the sky, you know it’s girl o’clock
I don’t know, but I’ve been told it’s so, you know it’s good as gold,
you know it’s tick tock ya don’t stop.
If I don’t have a nervous breakdown by the end of the week
I’m going to be very, very surprised