Yvonne Ten O'clock I'm Almost Done
Ten o´clock and I´m almost done
as I´ll meet you tonight
Another sip brings another smile
as I´ll meet you tonight
But that sip goes down with a bitter taste
And that smile is a grin
in that reflection of mine
Another dress trades place again
as you´ll meet me tonight
Painted eyes and painted lips
as you´ll meet me tonight
But that dress you wear feels wrong in a way
And your face makes a grin
in that reflection of yours
´Cause I will use the same old words
to say those things that you want me to say
And you will look happy, but no
it´s just because you know that I want you to be
It´s not better for me
Face to face in a crowded place
as conversation runs out
And plans are made for another try
as conversation runs out
But I will use the same old words
to say those things that you want me to say
and you won’t put the blame on me
You don´t think I see what you try to pretend
You won´t shock me again
