Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and record on the floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor Though no-one knows I'm here for sure Chorus: Dancing laughing Drinking loving And now I'm all alone In bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out I've nothing I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear Start the nightlife over again Kid myself I'm having fun Chorus I look out from my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter Mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Chorus I'm waiting for something I'm only passing time [For purchasers of the 7" version, the song stops here. For purchasers of The 12" version, there are the additional lines:] Do you look a mess? Do you have a hangover? Did you overdo the lemonade Cut short on the soda? Did you do that dance the doctor Told you that you shouldn't do? But you're only young You should do that dance twice over I knew it's pretty early But you still look great Just ready for the beauty That the make up will create Take a little blusher Take a little paint Put on the silver dress The one that makes the young boys faint I'm sitting on my bed And I'm looking at the time Have a cup of coffee And you're feeling fine Put on that new record That you bought the other day The words will make you smile You can dance the dust away Make your single bed And push the tea leaves down the drain Take a long deep breath And start the nightlife over again I'm waiting for someone I'm only passing time And now I'm all alone And I don't care And I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter And I don't care I don't care Bedsitter Bedsitter (Repeat and fade...)
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