All-Nighter

It's nearly eleven Do you think we'll stand the test of time? You're a cloud short of heaven But you know I want you to be mine I'm sitting here waiting Yeah, and it's getting frustrating Got to, go to the garage Got to get some fags and make some tea Can you lend me enough wedge Do you want to walk up there with me? I'm sitting here waiting Yeah, I'm tired of debating [Incomprehensible] We've been up all night I can feel a strange attraction Now it's getting light But I can't spur you into action Sure not alone But so on my own, oh It's a quarter to seven Don't you think we've stayed up half the night? You're a cloud short of heaven But I'd love to see you strut your stuff And I'm sitting here waiting Yeah, and it could be X-rated We could be, oh, so happy We could be, oh, so happy