Two three four five

(...)

And every minute feels
Just like the one before
No surprise, no twist
She wants so much more

Well daylight is fadin'
While traders are tradin'
While players are playin'
And lovers are datin',
The waitress is waitin'...

For a thing to explode,
For a light to go on,
For some sign to show
Her best has yet to come.
She's countin' the days
Until real life arrives.
She's countin': two three four five

When will that thing explode
When will that light go on
Just to assure her she's not wrong.
She's countin' the days
Until real life arrives.
She's countin', from nine to five
She's countin': two three four five.

Estou mesmo a gostar destas amigas esta semana.