Ides

When I said, "Excuse me, please" And you asked, oh, what did I want I wanted someone to lie with on a Tuesday afternoon Let's say, sometime around one o'clock You must have looked shocked I fast changed tack Right enough, Thursdays are better for me Once the clocks have gone back And you chose quiet, a silence to cause a riot My defense, the worst form of attack And that's making me sad, I give in And that's making me sad, no argument And I had you pegged as someone so nervous You'd constantly chew on your lip But when I heard your voice Like a punch to the chest A kick in the gut And a blow to the head all at once Still, you kept quiet, a silence that causes a riot A defence to ward off my attack And that's making me sad, I give in And that's making me sad, no argument And there's no argument