Testo Not Coming Home

You say you were worried
I say that I'm sorry
For not coming home last night

I smiled at him, he flashed an eye
We started with some whiskey over ice
Over ice
He touched my shoulder tenderly
As he reached in to whisper something nice

Well, if you want to hear
If you really dare
Or perhaps you prefer to live in fear?

You say you were worried
I say that I'm sorry
For not coming home last night

We wandered through the even'time
He never let my hand go, but that's fine
That's fine
But when he leant in for a kiss
I soon forgot that time exist
Until, oh, eight-oh-five

I don't need to explain it
It may hurt to hear it
How I betrayed
How I troubled your feelings

You say you were worried
But I'm not really sorry
For not coming home last night
Night