It's six minutes until eleven The phone rings but it's never you I won't walk the floor I'll just watch it Stood up, impatient, and blue
Chorus: What am I waiting for? She might never show What am I waiting for? My legs won't let me go What am I waiting for? What am I waiting for? She'll never get here
It's not that I'm worried about her She'll think of some brand new excuse So why am I all alone and crazy? While she's having fun running loose
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It's six minutes after eleven But I'm talking about the next day Our date was just made to be broken I guess some things just never change
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What am I waiting for? What am I waiting for? What am I waiting for? She'll never get here
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