The hands on the clock says a quarter to three
I’m wondering, baby, where can you be?
You said you’re with a girlfriend, I know it’s a lie
You been out messing around with some other guy
Your makeup doesn’t look the same
There’s whiskey on your breath
The smell of cheap cologne
And too many cigarettes
So tell me, girl
Do you think I’m just a fool?
Sitting here for hours
b#tch, you’re so cruel
Killing time
Ooh, killing time
Gotta even up the score
Killing time
Ooh, killing time
Ooh, baby
Won’t take it no morе
Well, you’re like an icе cream sundae
You got your cherry on the top
Slowly melting down
Gonna eat you tonight
Killing time
Ooh, killing time
Gotta even up the score
Killing time
Ooh, killing time
Swore all your love
You gave your love to me
Born under a bad sign
The sign of a common sleaze
Yeah, you know I…
I’m packing a gun, yeah
It won’t happen again
I’m sure this is the last time
Or you’ll find yourself in a grave, yeah
Killing time
Ooh, killing time
Gotta even up the score
Killing time
Ooh, killing time
Gotta even up the score
Killing time
Killing time
Ooh, baby
Won’t take it no more
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London Lyrics – Killing Time