Girl O' Clock Lyrics

Dismemberment Plan Girl O' Clock

If I don't have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex by the end of the week, I'm g-g-g-going to die

If I don't feel a p-p-p-p-pair of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own, oh, I'm going to hang my head and cry.

If I don't feel w-w-w-warm breathe on the n-n-n-nape of my n-n-n-n-neck or feel a nice post-coital sigh

C'mon baby, you can tell the cops whyâ