I wanted to die this morning
When I opened up my eyes
Exploding head on top of my bed
Broken and mystified
I was out of my clothes with my boots on
My mouth was cotton dry
Strange perfume all around the room
But I couldn't work out why

So I turned my face just a little
And all that I could see
Was a couple of empty bottles
Two glasses and debris
Like a train it hit me
That I hadn't been alone
I saw the shoe and the lipstick
Then I pick up the telephone

Carol Ann
I found your number on the back of my hand
Carol Ann
Tell me who the hell are you
Carol Ann
I don't remember anything with you
Carol Ann
And I don't remember you
No I don't remember you

Would it be wrong if I asked you
To describe yourself to me
Maybe I'll have a flashback
Or a tiny memory
Maybe it's better forgotten
I'm just desperate to know
I must have been pretty average
For you to get out of bed and go

Carol Ann
Are you a babe or do you look like a man?
Carol Ann
Was I any good for you?
Carol Ann
Is this the start of something or a one night stand?
Carol Ann
I just got to know the truth

A little paranoia, a little insecure
What if you come knocking at my door?
Would I let you in?

Carol Ann
I found your number on the back of my hand
Carol Ann
Tell me who the hell are you
Carol Ann
Said, I don't remember anything with you
Carol Ann
And I don't remember you

Carol Ann
Are you a babe or do you look like a man?
I just got to know the truth

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Writer(s): Luke Morley