It's six minutes until eleven
The phone rngs, but it's never you
I won't walk the floor
I'll just watch it
Stood up, impatient and blue
Chorus:
What am I waiting for
She might never show
What am I waiting for
My legs won't let me go
What am I waiting for
What am I waiting for
She'll never get here
It's not that I'm worried about her
She'll think up some brand new excuse
So why am I all alone and crazy
While she's having fun running loose
Repeat Chorus
It's six minutes after eleven
But I'm talking about the next day
Our date was just made to be broken
I guess some things just never change
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