Pulled

I was trying to sleep, but my heart-rate wasn't fooled

It was at least the back of four when you phoned to tell me that you'd pulled

You met him in a club and he's nice

You hope he doesn't think you're slack

But he's waiting in the next room and you think you'd better get back

I'm trying to sleep, but I'm staring and I'm thinking

And my bed's f**king huge

And you and him are drinking

I'm glad that I'm going

That I'll soon be away

I wish you'd just ask her 'cause it's not something I can say