Songtext Ten o'clock, i'm almost done Yvonne

Ten o'clock, i'm almost done

Ten o?clock and I'm almost done
as I'll meet you tonight

Another sip brings another smile
as I'll meet you tonight

But that sip goes down with a bitter taste

And that smile is a grin in that reflection of mine

Another dress trades place again
as you'll meet me tonight

Painted eyes and painted lips
as you'll meet me tonight

But that dress you wear feels wrong in a way

And your face makes a grin in that reflection of yours

?
Cause I will use the same old words
to say those things that you want me to say

And you will look happy, but no
itàs just because you know that I want you to be

Itàs not better for me

Face to face in a crowded place
as conversation runs out

And plans are made for another try
as conversation runs out

But I will use the same old words
to say those things that you want me to say
and you won’t put the blame on me

You don't think I see what you try to pretend

You won't shock me again